'Dappa is correct. The schooner drifts to leeward, and will soon fall by the wayside or run aground,' he announces to van Hoek, up on the poop deck. Van Hoek puffs once, twice, thrice on his pipe, then nods and goes into Dutch mutterings. Mates and messenger-boys disseminate his will into all compartments of the ship. Minerva forgets about the schooner and bends all efforts to the expected fight against Teach's wicked sloop-of-war.