Captain Marlin, on the contrary, gives it to Phantom hammer and tongs, letting her go clean through the water with the sails ramping full. The decks to leeward are wet, but little does that concern us, for we know that when we go about on the other tack we shall be able to cross our rival's bows, unless she also goes about. And so it comes to pass. The next "board" assures us that the race is ours, unless we get crippled. We plant ourselves on the weather of the Ghost and stick to her, tack and tack. We keep her jammed under our lee, in chancery, as it were; and there she remains until we cross the line, a winner by 2m. 42s.
We come to anchor, furl the sails, send in a certificate that we have complied with all the sailing rules of the match, and hoist another winning flag to join our already long string. Then the steward is sent ashore, and he quickly returns with a fine feed for the crew, which is vastly enjoyed by them, after drinking a "horn" apiece to the further success of the Phantom and her owner.
