He looked me over and said, "Why?"
I said "You must pull some more or you will never know what your name was."
I decided that now was the time to take care of this sea lawyer. The foresail was about half up. I gave the order to make fast.
I said to this big Swede, "Come here, I have something to say to you."
"If you want me come and get me."
"Very good," and with that I caught him with a strangle hold and dragged him across the deck. Then I released him. "Now tell me what your name is."
He looked amazed and humiliated, and in a hoarse voice said, "Swanson."
I said, "Swanson, I want you to work, and work your share."
He said, "You ban good steerman."
Steerman is the Swedish for mate.