Is he going to shoot dead with sounds, those fellows on the main-topsail-yard?
Mad Jack was a bit of a tyrant--they _say_ all good officers are--but the sailors loved him all round; and would much rather stand fifty watches with him, than one with a rose-water sailor.
But Mad Jack, alas! has one fearful failing.

He drinks.

And so do we all.

But Mad Jack, _He_ only brinks brandy.

The vice was inveterate; surely, like Ferdinand, Count Fathom, he must have been suckled at a puncheon.