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Never worry, Master Trevose, they ships ha'n't forgotten us by no manner o' means; but the skipper sees as how he can't take us off while this 'ere gale lasts, so he's cut his cables and run for it. The captain have lost one ship, and he don't want to lose any more, so he've just bore up out of harm's way until the gale have blowed itself out. And that, sir, with all submission, I calls good seamanship. Never you fear, sir; we ain't forgotten; the skipper ain't the man to forget his crew, nor no part of 'em; and as soon as this 'ere bit of a breeze is over, you'll see they three ships come sailin' back here to this sand-bank to take us off again. I knows Captain Cavendish, I do, and he ain't the man to forget we's here, and sail away and leave us. We'll see 'em all back here to-morrow, or next day at the furdest. But I'm wonderin' whether there were any poor fellers left aboard the _Stag Royal_ when she parted in the middle!