"Right you are," said the boy cheerily, and he started off cautiously for the galley for two reasons—the one to avoid the succession of dollops which poured over the rail, the other to escape the vigilant eye of the mate.
He found the industrious Lung busy burnishing up his pots and pans, and though several inches of water were washing over the floor of the galley, it was as clean as a new pin.
"Starboard watch's breakfast ready yet, Lung?" asked Jim.
"You wait one quallah minit; burgoo no done yet," returned the celestial.
"What kind of a time did you have in the galley last night?" inquired the boy.
"Me heap 'flaid. Tink-um dlown chop-chop. Plenty muchee water top-side galley. Big sea come, tink all smash, China boy tink-um all-e-same dead. No can see, no can do, no likee, velly bad time."
"I don't wonder. The water must have poured in through the chimney-hole and nearly filled you up," Jim admitted.
"Water him come, heap big flood; bime-by him go 'way, hey? Lung no savvy nuttin' plenty long time——"
"Nearly drowned, eh?"
"Lung tink-um pletty soon dlown. Plenty muchee solly! Want um first-chop coffin, no have got; no loast pig, no China blandy, no funelel. Tink-um lose face, heap 'shamed. Bime-by come one-piecee boss, him talkee-talkee.