“At this instant the topsails of the brig began to rattle; a fresh of wind had come down upon us, circling in eddies round the Sugarloaf. Bang! went a gun, and away aloft went “66” again from the Admiral “Up anchor,” shouted Fabian; the bars were shiped in the capstan, and the messenger brought to before the call of the Boatswain's Mate was heard “Heave round,” roared MacCreery, and the men danced off as if they were mad, the fiddlers struck “Off she goes;” but, though they played in quick time, the men got far a head of them in the step. In an almost incredible short period, not only was the anchor at her bows, but a cloud of canvas spread upon the masts––the jib-boom rigged out, and the jib set.”
[Oldjunk, My Own Recollections of the River Plate, The Anglo American, Vol.6, March, 1845]