Rough weather as soon as we were out of the mouth of the Thames gave me
something else to think about, and I did not spend much time in
calculating whether I liked Captain Brace or not; but I suppose I
behaved pretty well, for in two days I went on deck feeling a little
faint, and as if the great ship was playing at pretending to sink
beneath my feet.
"Come, that's good," said a familiar voice; and I found Captain Brace
had crossed over to where I was holding on by the bulwark, looking at
the distant shore. "Why, Vincent, you are a better sailor than I am."