"It probably all depends," Helen, the wife of the second mate, agreed.
"Hit's a far, far better thing I do," the first mate said sonorously. He was a little drunk.
The captain speared one pea and ate it. "I envy you," he said, looking over at Joanne Marie.
Wanda Miller, who had already upset her glass of water in the third mate's lap, said, "Pass the biscuits, hey.... You uns have better'n we do."
"No," said the steward, "not at all, my dear. We eat the same as the crew."
"Yes; precisely so," the third mate said.
"Except ours is fixed up a little differently," said Jane.
"An' our cook can't fry an aig," the first mate said.
"I wouldn't say that," said the captain.
"Shucks," Joanne Marie said, "anybody can fry an aig."