Duke: There 's his parrot.
Patch: She used ter cuss soft and gentle to herself—'appy all the day. She ain 't spoke since Flint was took. Peckin' at yer finger and broodin'.
Duke: There 's his ol' clock.
Patch: As hung in the cabin o' the Spittin' Devil.
"A 'ell of a clock fer a bouncin' ship" Duke: With the pendulum gettin' tangled in a storm. A 'ell of a clock fer a bouncin' ship.
Patch: She was tickin' peaceful the day Flint was hanged. But she stopped—does yer remember it?—the very minute they pushed him off the ladder.
Duke: She ain 't ticked since.
Patch: It makes yer 'stitious. And she won 't never run agin—that 's what Flint alers said—till his death 's revenged.
Duke: He told us never ter wind her—says she 'd start hisself without no windin' when the right time came.