about three in the morning
A young Jewess is a beautiful animal , although , like the unclean -- confound the metaphor -- which they abhor -- they do n't improve by age . When we entered , the blushing girls , who had been beating Whiffle over his spindle shins , with their large garden fans , dashed through a side door , unable to contain their laughter , which we heard long after they had vanished , echoing through the lofty galleries of the house . Our captive knight being restored to us , we made our bows to the other ladies , who were expiring with laughter , and took our leave , with little Whiffle on our shoulders -- the worthy Hebrew , whom I afterwards knew in London , sending his servant and gig with Captain Transom and myself to the wharf . There we tumbled ourselves into the boat , and got on board the Firebrand about three in the morning . We were by this time pretty well sobered ; at four a gun was fired , the topsails were let fall , and sheeted home , and topgallant-sails set over them , the ship having previously been hove short ; at half-past , the cable being right up and down -- another gun the drums and fifes beat merrily , spin flew the capstan , tramp went the men that manned it . We were under weigh -- Eastward , ho ! -- for Santiago de Cuba .