'What do you do then?' I asked him.
'Gor' blimey, Oi'm a diver,' he said.
The sudden outburst of pure Cockney took me by surprise. 'A diver?' I said.
'That's roight.'
I caught Dick's eye and then said, 'Are you diving for the station?'
'That's roight,' he repeated and concentrated on his drink.
'What are you diving for?'
'Aerer engines,' he answered. 'A Jerry plyne was shot da'n just off the stytion. Oi'm gettin' the engines up.'
Then yours were the boats we saw this morning, just off the outer islands,' I said. 'A diving boat and a little fishing boat?'
'That's roight.'