Simon, the ship carpenter—that drunken sot who can’t speak two words. You are a disgusting bad boy. First you sign, then you run away! Get up!
Bar.
Me—you may beat me to death!—but I won’t go on an unseaworthy ship!
Kneir.
What do you know about it? Hasn’t the ship been lying in the dry docks?
Bar.
There was no caulking her any more—Simon——
Kneir.
Shut your mouth with your Simon! March, take your package of chewing tobacco.
Bar.