‘We are sailing towards the east, I see,’ said Stephen, nodding in the direction of the bloody remains of sunset on the Worcester’s starboard bow.
‘Westwards, I believe, if you will forgive me,’ said Jack. ‘It appears that the sun is usually found to set westerly, in the Mediterranean.’
Stephen rarely suffered facetiousness patiently, but now he only said ‘West, I mean. Are you persuaded they have gone to the westward?’
-The Ionian Mission, Patrick O'Brian







