The weather-gangway is usually left for the occasional transits of that most restless of mortals, the officer of the watch, who, as in duty bound, is eternally fidgeting about the trim of the sails, and must often step forward to the chestree, from whence, while resting his foot on the tack-block of the mainsail, he may cast his eye aloft to detect something to alter in the position of the head-yards.
"My," said Bill Chestree, the captain of the foretop, "what is can't be helped, old Fizgig; old Rayo has gone down, and" "Old Rayo be d d, Master Bill," said the man; "but may I be flogged, if I han't forgotten half a pound of negro head baccy in Dick Catgut's bag." "Launch ahoy!" hailed a half drunken voice from one of the boats astern of us. "Hillo," responded the coxswain.