"Tired of shooting those big tasteless rabbit-things; tired even of catching fish, though they are nice to eat, and so are rock oysters."
"But I say, Kep, I have a plan."
"Oh, have you? How delightful!"
"Well, you know we have had many a wild storm since we settled here, and you remember how the ship shook with the wind only last week."
"I won't forget that."
"No; and there is a bit of a list on her. She has heeled over a little to starboard."
"Yes."
"And the next storm that comes from the same direction will blow her over."
"Yes."
"Yes; and there where will we be, Kep?"