Without me she wouldn't exist.

That big nor'wester would have finished her the first three hours it blew.

And then I've sailed her, too; and she is a witch, a perfect witch.

Why, do you know, she'll steer by the wind with half a spoke, give and take.

And going about! Well, you don't have to baby her, starting head-sheets, flattening mainsail, and gentling her with the wheel.