"Then why do you go away?"
"Because I won't be called lubberly. I'm as good a man as ever swabbed a deck, and don't care who says to the contrary. I'll stick to the ship as long as she's seaworthy," said Jack.
"Well, come here, and just listen to the log, and be d——d to you."
"What's the orders now, admiral?" said Jack, "though, as we are paid off—"
"There, take that, will you?" said Admiral Bell, as he flung a pillow at Jack, being the only thing in the shape of a missile within reach.
Jack ducked, and the pillow produced a clatter in the washhand-stand among the crockery, as Jack said,—
"There's a mutiny in the ship, and hark how the cargo clatters; will you have it back again?"
"Come, will you? I've been dreaming, Jack."
"Dreaming! what's that?"
"Thinking of something when you are asleep, you swab."