After a few questions, he bade me the usual welcome.
"All right, Phelax Luedige, come on and get to work."
"No. In the morning I start."
You can tell an old-time competent seaman by his argumentative independence. The mate gave me a bad look, but was convinced that I would not go to work until morning.
I strolled back to the galley. The cook, a broad fellow with a red beard, was standing there. I watched a little fellow washing dishes, and thought:
"He is just as clumsy as you were once, Phelax."
The Sea Devil overtakes the Charles Gounod.
The end of the Charles Gounod.