Notwithstanding my being, as I have mentioned, quite ready for a voyage, still I had some doubts of this voyage.  Of course I knew, without being told, that there were peculiar difficulties and dangers in it, a long way over and above those which attend all voyages.  It must not be supposed that I was afraid to face them; but, in my opinion a man has no manly motive or sustainment in his own breast for facing dangers, unless he has well considered what they are, and is able quietly to say to himself, “None of these perils can now take me by surprise; I shall know what to do for the best in any of them; all the rest lies in the higher and greater hands to which I humbly commit myself.”  On this principle I have so attentively considered (regarding it as my duty) all the hazards I have ever been able to think of, in the ordinary way of storm, shipwreck, and fire at sea, that I hope I should be prepared to do, in any of those cases, whatever could be done, to save the lives intrusted to my charge.

As I was thoughtful, my good friend proposed that he should leave me to walk there as long as I liked, and that I should dine with him by-and-by at his club in Pall Mall.  I accepted the invitation and I walked up and down there, quarter-deck fashion, a matter of a couple of hours; now and then looking up at the weathercock as I might have looked up aloft; and now and then taking a look into Cornhill, as I might have taken a look over the side.

All dinner-time, and all after dinner-time, we talked it over again.  I gave him my views of his plan, and he very much approved of the same.  I told him I had nearly decided, but not quite.  “Well, well,” says he, “come down to Liverpool to-morrow with me, and see the Golden Mary.”  I liked the name (her name was Mary, and she was golden, if golden stands for good), so I began to feel that it was almost done when I said I would go to Liverpool.  On the next morning but one we were on board the Golden Mary.  I might have known, from his asking me to come down and see her, what she was.  I declare her to have been the completest and most exquisite Beauty that ever I set my eyes upon.

We had inspected every timber in her, and had come back to the gangway to go ashore from the dock-basin, when I put out my hand to my friend.  “Touch upon it,” says I, “and touch heartily.  I take command of this ship, and I am hers and yours, if I can get John Steadiman for my chief mate.”

John Steadiman had sailed with me four voyages.  The first voyage John was third mate out to China, and came home second.  The other three voyages he was my first officer.  At this time of chartering the Golden Mary, he was aged thirty-two.  A brisk, bright, blue-eyed fellow, a very neat figure and rather under the middle size, never out of the way and never in it, a face that pleased everybody and that all children took to, a habit of going about singing as cheerily as a blackbird, and a perfect sailor.