"I say, Jack, you lubber, there's a face for a figure head."
"Ay, ay, sir."
"Did you ever see such a d——d grin as that in your life, in any latitude?"
"Ay, ay, sir."
"You did you swab."
"I should think so."
"It's a lie, and you know it."
"Very good," said Jack, "don't you recollect when that ere iron bullet walked over your head, leaving a nice little nick, all the way off Bergen-ap-Zoom, that was the time—blessed if you didn't give just such a grin as that."
"I didn't, you rascal."
"And I say you did."