[Greg]

Aaaarggghhh!!

From page 213:


He's sailing toward the rising sun out of Mahon.
Maps really help in figuring out what's happening in this book!

Fortunately she was moored with simple warps fore and aft, so there would be no slow weighing of anchors, no stamp and go at the capstan, no acid shrieking of the fiddle; in any case, the comparatively sober members of the crew were too jaded for anything but a sour, mute, expeditious casting-off -- no jolly tars, no hearts of oak, no Brittons never, never, in this grey stench of a crapulous dawn. Fortunately, too, he had seen to the repairs, stores and vitualling (apart from that cursed last voyage of water) before he or anyone else had set foot on the shore; and rarely had he appreciated the reward of virtue more than when the Sophie's jib filled and her head came round, pointing easteward to the sea, a wooded, watered, well-found vessel beginning her journey back to indepedence.

I understand that Captain Jack Aubrey wanted to get away from the harbor at Mahón quietly, but what in the name of blue blazes is he talking about?



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