To speak with severe technicality, a ship or a fleet is "brought up" - the complementary words unpronounced and unwritten being, of course, "to an anchor
." Less technically, but not less correctly, the word "anchored
," with its characteristic appearance and resolute sound, ought to be good enough for the newspapers of the greatest maritime country in the world.
There it collected numerous relics of the wreck-- iron utensils, anchors, pulley-strops, swivel-guns, an 18 lb.
There, in three or four fathoms of water, between the reefs of Pacou and Vanou, lay anchors, cannons, pigs of lead and iron, embedded in the limy concretions.
I hastened to the aperture, and under the crustations of coral, covered with fungi, I recognised certain debris that the drags had not been able to tear up--iron stirrups, anchors, cannons, bullets, capstan fittings, the stem of a ship, all objects clearly proving the wreck of some vessel, and now carpeted with living flowers.
But I decided to know positively, and at once, so, with the greatest caution, I commenced to climb slowly up the anchor
chain toward the deck above me.
They left him regarding the weed-hung flukes of the little anchor with big, pathetic blue eyes, and thanking them profusely.
Long Jack and Uncle Salters slipped the windlass-brakes into their sockets, and began to heave up the anchor, the windlass jarring as the wet hempen cable strained on the barrel.
"'Never seen anchor weighed before?" said Tom Platt, to Harvey gaping at the damp canvas of the foresail.
Splash went the anchor, and they all heaved over the lines, each man taking his own place at the bulwarks.
While at anchor at this place, much ceremonious visiting and long conferences took place between the potentate of the islands and the partners of the company.
On the evening of the 12th of February, the Tonquin anchored in the bay of Karakakooa, in the island of Owyhee.
While anchored here, a boat which was astern of the Eleanor was stolen, and a seaman who was in it was killed.
The next morning, February 21st, at three o'clock, the furnaces began to roar; at five, the anchors
were weighed, and the Resolute, powerfully driven by her screw, began to plough the water toward the mouth of the Thames.
To release her hold upon the chain and chance clambering to the ladder as her canoe was swept beneath it seemed beyond the pale of possibility, yet to remain clinging to the anchor chain appeared equally as futile.
When she had first seen the anchored ship upon the quiet water, Jane Clayton's heart had beat fast with hope and thanksgiving, but as she drew closer to the craft and saw that it was the Kincaid, her pleasure gave place to the gravest misgivings.