"It's the greatest sight I ever saw," he said turning to Bludson, who
merely grunted. "How blue it looks! I suppose those changing lines of
white are the breakers. Well, well! This beats the mountains. I wish
I was out there right now."

"You'd be wishing yourself ashore soon," returned Tom apathetically.
"Wait till 'e gets seasick."

"What is that? Does the sea make you sick?"

"I should say it do. But there's a mighty fine cure for all that.
Aye, 'tis a bracin', healthful cure."

"Tell me, Mr. Bludson. You know I might get seasick, too."

"Ye be bound to. Then cap'n 'e'll say lay forrid there and trice up
that fo'topmast stays'l brace; and there you is first 'e know fifty
feet above the fo' s'l boom, a takin' a good look of an hour or so at
old Neptune. Well, if that don't fetch 'e all right, cap'n 'e'll say
'Reeve a slip knot under his arms' which, no sooner done than overboard
you goes for a dip or two. That always brings 'em round."

"Looks like a queer way to cure a sick man," commented Ralph, who but
half comprehended the boatswain's lingo.

"It beats the doctor though all the same," said Tom with rather a
heartless grin. "But look round. What do 'e think of the Curlew now?
Ain't she a beauty?"