Meanwhile Jonsen went to his cabin, opened a secret receptacle in his bunk, and took out a job-lot of ships’ papers which he had bought from a Havana dealer in such things. The John Dodson , of Liverpool, bound for the Seychelles with a cargo of cast-iron pots ⁠—what use was that in these waters? The man had sold him a pup!⁠—Ah, this was better: Lizzie Green , of Bristol, bound from Matanzas to Philadelphia in ballast ⁠ ⁠… a funny trip to make in ballast, true: but that was no one’s affair but his imaginary owner’s. Jonsen made sure all was in order⁠—filled in the blank dates, and so on⁠—then returned the bundle to its hiding-place for another occasion. Coming on deck, he gave a number of orders.