Passed a ship that did not respond to the cruiser’s signal, but was jolly soon rounded up by a shot across the bow. It is rather galling to think that at the end of a voyage of something about 2/3rds of the World’s circumference we shall have seen practically nothing of the World.
A full rigged ship hove into view early this morning carrying every inch of canvass. The cruiser buzzed round her a couple of times to take stock of her.
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