You remember what is said about those who go down to the sea in ships.

They see the wonders of the deep, and in return they incur some little danger.

My house in Eccleston Square might be shaken down by an earthquake, or a gale might blow in the walls, but I'm not always brooding over the chance of it.

There's no use your taking it for granted that some misfortune will happen to the _Black Eagle_." The sailor was silenced, but not convinced by his employer's logic.
"Well, well," he said sulkily, "I am going, so there's an end of it, and there's no good in having any more palaver about it.

You have your object in running rotten ships, and you make it worth my while to take my chances in them.