Now, mark what I'm going to do." He called, and a marine showed himself.
"The captain's compliments to the master, and his presence here at once.
Michael," he continued presently, "what fools they are! They're scarcely a baker's dozen, and none of them has skill to lead.

Why, the humblest sailor would have more sense than to start a revolt, the success of which depends upon his personal influence, and the failure of which must end in his own ruin.

Does any one think they're the kind to lead a mutiny within a mutiny?
Listen to me I'm not cruel, but I'll put an end to this plot.

We're seven hundred on this ship, and she's a first-class sailer.

I warrant no ship ever swam the seas that looks better going than she does.