“The chief mate gave his orders in a voice which made itself heard in the most distant portion of the ship. The boatswain and his mates were summoned; the crew gathered round the mainmast; a long shrill note from the boatswain's whistle sounded through the air.

“All hands up anchor, ahoy!” shouted the chief mate.

The handspikes were in the capstan as instantaneously as if they had been conveyed thither by an electric shock. The silence of the grave succeeded. “Heave round!––Heave round, my lads!––Heave round !” rung from the lips of the mate. Instantly a dozen throats cheerily sent forth the song of “Yo, heave ho!” with other merry sounds, and the anchor was slowly raised above the blue water; while several hands aloft were already freeing the sails from the yards and opening them to the wind. The topsails were sheeted home in a trice; down fell the courses and top-gallant sails. The staysails were run up; the royals set; foresail, jib, and spanker spread their bosoms to the breeze, the mainsail curved and tightened as if about to burst, and our gallant bark, yielding gracefully to the light gale, swept past the vessels at anchor, and held her way towards the great German Ocean.”
[The Quarter Deck, Cook, 1844]

Note: Author - C.J.R. Cook, M.R.C.S., L.A.C., &c. &c. &c. and the fictional vessel the Earl Moira an East Indiaman of eight hundred tons.

There was a Charles John Robert Cook, Surgeon Supt., on the barque Mary Anne, 600 tons, New Zealand Company, c.1841-2.