'Cod's head-and-shoulders,' says the captain, and helps me.

'I can't stand it, sir,' says I.'You must,' says the captain, 'because it's the cure.' I crammed down a mouthful, and turned paler than ever.

'Go on deck,' says the captain.
'Get rid of the cod's head, and come back to the cabin.' Off I go, and back I come.

'Boiled leg of mutton and trimmings,' says the captain, and helps me.

'No fat, sir,' says I.'Fat's the cure,' says the captain, and makes me eat it.