Yes, here we are!" Dyck laughed.
"Aye, here we're likely to remain, Michael.

There's only this to be said--we'll be fighting the French soon, and it's easy to die in the midst of a great fight.

If we don't die, Michael, something else will turn up, maybe." "That's true, sir! They'll make an officer of you, once they see you fight.

This is no place for you, among the common herd.

It's the dregs o' the world that comes to the ship's bottom in time of peace or war." "Well, I'm the dregs of the world, Michael.