more for that time.

"By and by he was at it again, 'It blows a frett of wind,' and
'It blows very hard,' and the like; but still I said nothing. At
last we ship'd a dash of water over the boat's head, and the
spry of it wetted me a little, and I started up again as if I
had been asleep; 'Waterman,' says I, 'what are you doing? what,
did you ship a sea?' 'Ay,' says the waterman, 'and a great one
too; why it blows a frett of wind.' 'Well, well,' says I, 'come,
have a good heart; where are we now?' 'Almost in Gallions,' says
he, 'that's a reach below Woolwich.'

"Well, when we got into the Gallions reach, there the water was
very rough, and I heard him say to his man, 'Jack, we'll keep
the weather-shore aboard, for it grows dark and it blows a
storm.' Ay, thought I, had I desir'd you to stand in under
shore, you would have kept off in meer bravado; but I said
nothing. By and by his mast broke, and gave a great crack, and
the fellow cry'd out, 'Lord have mercy upon us!' I started up
again, but still spoke cheerfully; 'What's the matter now?' says
I. 'L--d, Sir,' say's he, 'how can you sleep? why my mast is
come by the board.' 'Well, well,' says I, 'then you must take a
goose-wing.' 'A goose-wing! why,' says he, 'I can't carry a knot
of sail, it blows a storm.' 'Well,' says I, 'if you can't carry
any sail, you must drive up under shore then, you have the tide
under foot:' and with that I lay down again. The man did as I
said. A piece of his mast being yet standing, he made what they
call a goose-wing sail, that is, a little piece of the sail out,
just to keep the boat steddy, and with this we got up as high as
Blackwall; the night being then come on and very dark, and the