" The captain
plead in vain. Terrence was firm, and the skipper in time became sober.
Next morning it was discovered that owing to the drunkenness and
carelessness of the captain and crew, they had drifted far out to sea.
The waves rolled high, and the little schooner plunged about in a manner
frightful to a landlubber.
Fernando was awakened by a groan. It was Sukey, and going to his berth
Terrence asked:
"What's the matter, Sukey?"
"I am dying!" he answered.
"Courage, courage, me boy, ye'll get over it."
"I don't want to get over it," answered Sukey, with a hollow groan.
A few moments later the skipper came to beg for a morning dram.
"Divil a drop, cap'in, until we are in Baltimore."
"How long will it take to reach Baltimore, captain?" asked the seasick
Sukey.
"Twenty-four hours."
"Oh, Heavens!" groaned Sukey. "Can't you sink the ship?"
"What do you want to sink for?" demanded the astounded skipper.
"I'd rather drown than live twenty-four hours longer in this blamed
boat."
"You'll live over it," growled the thirsty skipper.
"I don't want to live over it. I want to die."
Terrence roared with laughter, then he told a funny story which seemed
to increase the pangs of poor Sukey.
By the middle of the afternoon, Fernando had recovered enough to go out
on deck. He found the captain and his crew huddled up in the fore part
of the deck, discussing a large, square-rigged ship, which was bearing
toward them.
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