We lost the fore topsail, blown clean out o' the ringbolts.

I never thought to see Lunnon again." "If she could weather a gale like that she could make another voyage." "She could start on another," the sailor said gloomily, "but as like as not she'd never see the end o't." "Come, come, you're not quite yourself this morning, Miggs.

We value you as a dashing, fearless fellow--let me fill your glass again--who doesn't fear a little risk where there's something to be gained.
You'll lose your good name if you go on like that." "She's in a terrible bad way," the captain insisted.

"You'll have to do something before she can go." "What shall we have to do ?" "Dry dock her and give her a thorough overhaul.

She might sink before she got out o' the Channel if she went as she is just now." "Very well," the merchant said coldly.