You have a talisman? I have one too;
I know not if the storms think much of it.
I may be shark's meat yet. And would your spell
Be daunting to a cuttle, think you now?
We had a bout with one on our way here;
It had green lidless eyes like lanterns, arms
As many as the branches of a tree,
But limber, and each one of them wise as a snake.
It laid hold of our bulwarks, and with three
Long knowing arms, slimy, and of a flesh
So tough they'ld fool a hatchet, searcht the ship,
And stole out of the midst of us all a man;
Yes, and he the proudest man upon the seas
For the rare powerful talisman he'd got.
And would yours have done better?
Thomas:
I am one
Not easily frightened. I'm for India.
You will not put me from my way with talk.
Captain:
My heart, I never thought of frightening you. —
Well, here's both tide and wind, and we may not start.
Thomas:
Not start? I pray you, do.
Captain:
It's no use praying;
I dare not. I've not half my cargo yet.
Thomas: