Travels in Morocco V1

Irritated at this extreme politeness to our gallant tars, who have so long braved the battle and the breeze, I did not trouble farther the dauntless Genoese, who certainly was not destined to become a Columbus. Now the men began to snivel and yelp, following the example of their commander. We won’t go into the port, Santa Virgine! We won’t go in to be shivered to pieces on the rocks. At this moment our experienced capitano fancied we had got into shoal-water; the surf was seen running in foaming circles, as if in a whirlpool.