“It'ld be over soon.”
“Say, Fred, have you ever been so skeered that...?”
“D'you feel a-skeert?”
“Feel my hand, Fred.... No.... There it is. God, it's so hellish black you can't see yer own hand.”
“It's cold. Why are you shiverin' so? God, I wish I had a drink.”
“I ain't never seen the sea before...I didn't know...”
Fuselli heard distinctly the man's teeth chattering in the darkness.
“God, pull yerself together, kid. You can't be skeered like this.”
“O God.”
There was a long pause. Fuselli heard nothing but the churned water speeding along the ship's side and the wind roaring in his ears.