"I was just thinkin', sir, of takin' in the to'garns'l," remarked Simpson as I joined him on the weather side of our tiny quarter-deck, where he was engaged in a futile endeavour to avoid the heavy showers of spray that were now flying over our weather bow and as far aft as the mainmast.  "She's got a good deal more than she can comfortably carry, and there's nothin' to be gained by whippin' the sticks out of her.  I believe she'd travel quite as fast, and a good deal easier, if that to'garns'l was stowed, sir."