"Vat iss?" demanded the ship's cook.
"Give these boys some breakfast."
Jake surveyed the boys critically before replying.
"Ja," he said, turning back into his kitchen.
"Sit down at the table. When you have finished eating come forward and I will talk with you."
"Thank you. Where shall we find you, sir?" asked Rush.
"If I'm not in the wheel house I'll be somewhere else."
"I hope you won't take it into your head to meet us in the hold," interjected Jarvis. "We have had hold enough to hold us for the rest of our lives."
"Don't get smart, young man," snapped the master, turning and leaving the room.