"How much water is in?" asks Corkey.
"Plenty," says the second mate.
"What have ye done?" asks Corkey.
"Captain's blind, stavin' drunk, and won't do nothin'."
"Nice picnic!" says Corkey.
"Nice picnic!" says the second mate, warming up.
It is midnight in the middle of Georgian Bay. There is a fall gale such as comes only once in four or five years. In the morning there will be three hundred wrecks on the great lakes--the most inhospitable bodies of water in the world.
And of all stormy places let the sailor keep out of Georgian Bay.