As I came up, a man, whom I took to be the captain, came towards me. He was a tall, lank individual, with a red beard and hair. The look on his face was a sour one, and it was easy to see that he was not of a kindly nature.
"Hello, my hearty!" he exclaimed. "So you're up at last. Had quite a nap, didn't you?"
"Why was I brought on this ship?" I demanded.
"Why was you brought on board? Well, now, that's a mighty good one, smash the toplight if it isn't."
"You have no right to bring me on board," I went on, "and I want you to put me ashore at once."
The captain gave a scowl.
"See here, youngster, I don't allow any one on board to speak to me in that fashion. You've got to keep a civil tongue in your head."
"Why was I brought on board?"
"Because you belong here."
"I don't belong here."