A fresh breeze was rising up out of the Sea of Japan as the day got under way, and no one needed to consult a globe to guess that this air had originated over Siberia. It was the first time Jack had felt cold since he had left Amsterdam—a memory that caused him to rub absent-mindedly at the old harpoon-scar on his arm, which at the moment was all covered with goose-pimples. The crew of Filipinos, Malabaris, and Malays had never felt anything like this, and muttered to one another in astonishment. "Make sure they understand that this is only a taste of what will come when we are crossing the Pacific, or rounding Cape Horn," van Hoek said to Dappa. "If any of them desires to jump ship, Manila will be his last opportunity."