What to read after The Coral Island?

The departure-The sea-My companions-Some account of the wonderful sights we saw on thegreat deep-A dreadful storm and a frightful wreck.It was a bright, beautiful, warm day when our ship spread her canvass to the breeze, and sailed forthe regions of the south. Oh, how my heart bounded with delight as I listened to the merry chorusof the sailors, while they hauled at the ropes and got in the anchor! The captain shouted-the menran to obey-the noble ship bent over to the breeze, and the shore gradually faded from my view, while I stood looking on with a kind of feeling that the whole was a delightful dream.The first thing that struck me as being different from anything I had yet seen during my short careeron the sea, was the hoisting of the anchor on deck, and lashing it firmly down with ropes, as if wehad now bid adieu to the land for ever, and would require its services no more."There, lass," cried a broad-shouldered jack-tar, giving the fluke of the anchor a hearty slap with hishand after the housing was completed-"there, lass, take a good nap now, for we shan't ask you tokiss the mud again for many a long day to come!"And so it was. That anchor did not "kiss the mud" for many long days afterwards; and when at lastit did, it was for the last time!There were a number of boys in the ship, but two of them were my special favourites. Jack Martinwas a tall, strapping, broad-shouldered youth of eighteen, with a handsome, good-humoured, firmface. He had had a good education, was clever and hearty and lion-like in his actions, but mild andquiet in disposition. Jack was a general favourite, and had a peculiar fondness for me. My othercompanion was Peterkin Gay. He was little, quick, funny, decidedly mischievous, and about fourteenyears old. But Peterkin's mischief was almost always harmless, else he could not have been so muchbeloved as he was."Hallo! youngster," cried Jack Martin, giving me a slap on the shoulder, the day I joined the ship,"come below and I'll show you your berth. You and I are to be mess-mates, and I think we shall begood friends, for I like the look o' you.