I followed his advice to great advantage.  The first manoeuvre I saw performed on board was when, having got clear of all the shoals and dangers at the mouth of the Mersey, we shortened sail to allow the pilot to enter his boat, and the last person we were to see for many a day connected with home took his departure.  He shook hands with the captain and mates, and wished us a good voyage and speedy return.  I watched the boat as it proceeded towards the pilot-cutter with a curious feeling of interest.  I was aroused by Gerard, who asked me why I was so sentimental.  He saw nothing in a pilot-boat leaving the ship.  The last I saw of our native land were the lofty cliffs of Wales.  I came on deck early in the morning; and, as I looked out aft, they appeared receding fast on the larboard-quarter, across the bright blue sea.  Turning round, my somewhat bewildered glance next wandered upwards, and there I beheld, with unrestrained admiration, the wide spread of white canvas which hung extended on the yards, high, high up in the blue sky, like a vast mass of snowy cloud.  It looked to me as if there was enough sail to fly away with the whole ship and her cargo; for, the breeze being light and fair, we had all our courses, and topsails, and topgallant-sails, and royals set with studding-sails also on either side, almost sweeping the sparkling waters which danced off from the _Triton's_ sharp bows as she clove her stately yet rapid way through the ocean.  Captain Frankland was anxious to take every advantage of the favourable wind, that we might get a good distance from the land, and thus not run the chance of being driven back again, and be compelled, as is often the case with outward-bound ships, to take shelter in that magnificent harbour--Milford Haven, or in the still more lovely one of Queenstown, on the Irish coast.  Away we flew, every day going faster and faster as the breeze freshened.