"Lieutenant William Bush came on board H.M.S. Renown as she lay at the anchor in the Hamoaze and reported himself to the officer of the watch, who was a tall and rather gangling individual with hollow cheeks and a melancholy cast of countenance, whose uniform looked as if it had been put on in the dark and not readjusted since.
'Glad to have you aboard, sir,' said the officer of the watch. 'My name's Hornblower. The captain's ashore. First lieutenant went for'rard with the bos'un ten minutes ago.'
'Thank you,' said Bush." (p. 3)

"'Vast hauling there! Vast hauling!'
There was a piercing urgency about the order, and obediently the men ceased to pull. Then the captain bellowed from the poop.
'Who's that countermanding my orders?'
'It's me sir—Wellard.'
The young volunteer faced aft and screamed into the wind...