"This very night you shall have one—my cousin Willem—a very good boy, captain."
"And there is another thing, pilot. What sort of a berth are you going to put me in in Rotterdam?"
"I will moor you along the Boompjees; nice quays them. Plenty good Schiedam shops on shore there. All yachts go there."
"I thought so; that's why I asked. Now, pilot, I do not want to be moored along the Boompjees. Take me to some quiet canal, out of the way; you understand—a place where no yachts or foreign vessels go."
"Ah, I know, captain, just the place: nothing but Holland schuyts there; no yachts like it, no captains like it; I not think you will like it."
"I will go there. But why don't you think I shall like it?"
"You no have Dutch nose; and that canal plenty smellful, captain."