Enter Cypher, like a Waterman.
Cyph. Pray, which is Master Plotwell?
Plot. I am he, friend;
What is your business?
Cyph. Sir, I should speak
With young Master Seathrift too.
Plot. Sir, at this time,
Although no crab, like you, to swim backward, he is
Of your element.
Cyph. Upon the water?
Plot. No,
But something that lives in't. If you but stay
Till he have slept himself a land-creature, you may
Chance see him come ashore here.
Tim. O—my head—
O—Captain—Master Francis—Captain—O——
Plot. That is his voice, sir.
Sea. Death o' my soul! my son!