I suppose she belongs to Black Rag himself now.

She is a crazy old craft, but if he were clever he could patch her up and paint her and take foreigners to the Cape in her on fine days." "That is true.

Tell him so.

There he is.

Ohe! Black Rag!" Black Rag came down the pier to the two brothers, a middle-aged, bow-legged, leathery fellow with a ragged grey beard and a weather-beaten face.
"What do you want ?" he asked, stopping before them with his hands in his pockets.
"Bastianello says that old tub there is yours, and that if you had a better head than you have you could caulk her and paint her white with a red stripe and take foreigners to the Bath of Queen Giovanna in her on fine days.