He seemed to have recovered his serenity by this time, and his eyes twinkled as he spoke of his own exploits.
"I gets drunk with them.

That's how I does it." "Oh, indeed." "Yes, that's how it's worked.

Lord love ye, when these fust-class certificated, second-cousin-to-an-earl merchant skippers comes out they move about among the chiefs and talks down to them as if they was tin Methuselahs on wheels.

The Almighty's great coat wouldn't make a waistcoat for some o' these blokes.

Now when I gets among 'em I has 'em all into the cabin, though they're black an' naked, an' the smell ain't over an' above pleasant.