"Why?"
"Your hair is cut so neat. Are you married?"
"No."
"Well, I am. My old woman was married three times before, but never got the right mate. Now she says she has got the right one. How happy she is. She is a laundress, and when we are in port here she brings me my warm supper every night."
Now comes the mate.
"Get out of here and get to work. Phelax can unpack his things and get to work."
"No, I told you not until to-morrow morning."
The captain came on board and asked the mate what kind of help he had got.
"One who is mighty independent."
"Send him to me."