Capt. I’ve seen the waves roll mountains high.
Sam (aside). That’s a great idea.
Capt. I’ve been alone in the middle of the ocean in a jolly-boat.
Sam (aside). That’s a jolly lie.
Steve. Well, captain, what can I do for you?
Capt. I say, messmate, did you ever hear of the escape of the “Jemima Matilda” on her trip from Dismaltown to Puddock?
Steve. Never did.
Capt. Then, blast my eyes, but you shall now, messmate.
Sam. I say, uncle, don’t tell that horrid fiction again.
Capt. Fiction! You young dog, I’ll have you court-martialed. (Steve takes out tobacco-box and takes a chew.) Well, you must know, messmate—What you got there?