The ship is like a stable, like a Carthaginian sty.

I am Captain here—confound you!—or I'll know the reason why.

Every sailor in the galley has a monkey or a goat;

There are parrots in the eyes of her and serpents in the boat.

By the roaring fire of Baal, I'll not have it any more:

Heave them over by the sunset, or I'll hang you at the fore!"

"What is that, sir? Not as cargo? Not a bit of private trade?

Well, of all the dumbest idiots you're the dumbest ever made,

Standing there and looking silly: leave the animals alone."

(Sailors with a tropic liver always have a brutal tone.)