Set sail for adventure! A swash buckling tail of the high seas full of courage and danger.The barometer had been slowly but persistently falling during the two previous days; the dawn had been red and threatening with a strong breeze from S.E.; and as the short dreary November day waxed and waned this strong breeze had steadily increased in strength until by nightfall it had become a regular "November gale " with frequent squalls of arrowy rain and sleet which impelled by the furious gusts smote and stung like hail and cleared the streets almost as effectually as a volley of musketry would have done.It was not fit for a dog to be out of doors. So said Ned Anger as he entered the snug bar-parlour of the "Anchor" at Brightlingsea and drawing a chair close up to the blazing fire of wreck-wood which roared up the ample chimney flung himself heavily down thereon to await the arrival of the "pint" which he had ordered as he passed the bar.