You lubber, you oughter
Stand watch in salt water
With tides tearing at you and spray in your face."
The gun of the Longships
Boomed out like a gong, "Ships
Are bleating around me like sheep gone astray;
There's fog in my channel
As thick as grey flannel—
Boom-rumble!—I'm busy; excuse me, I pray."
They winked at each other