"What's the matter, Sukey?"
"I am dying!" he answered.
"Courage, courage, me boy, ye'll get over it."
"I don't want to get over it," answered Sukey, with a hollow groan.
A few moments later the skipper came to beg for a morning dram.
"Divil a drop, cap'in, until we are in Baltimore."
"How long will it take to reach Baltimore, captain?" asked the seasick Sukey.
"Twenty-four hours."
"Oh, Heavens!" groaned Sukey. "Can't you sink the ship?"
"What do you want to sink for?" demanded the astounded skipper.