So I set to and ransacked the lockers, where, amongst a vast variety of
miscellaneous matters, I was not long in finding a bottle of very tolerable
rum, some salt junk, some biscuit, and a goglet or porous earthen jar of
water, with some capital cigars. By this time I was like to faint with the
heat and smell; so I filled a tumbler with good half-and-half and swigged
it off. The effect was speedy; I thought I could eat a bit, so I attacked
the salt junk and made a hearty meal, after which I replenished my tumbler,
lighted a cigar, pulled off my coat and waistcoat, and, with a sort of
desperate glee, struck up at the top of my pipe, "Ye Mariners of England."
My joviality was soon noticed on deck.