Senhor Santos insists on taking his chance along with the young lady in my gig.

I've told him the risk, but he insists, and the gig'll hold no more." "But she must have a crew, and I can row.

For God's sake take me, captain!" cried I; for Eva Denison sat weeping in her deck chair, and my heart bled faint at the thought of leaving her, I who loved her so, and might die without ever telling her my love! Harris, however, stood firm.
"There's that quartermaster and my steward, and Jose the nigger," said he.

"That's quite enough, Mr.Cole, for I ain't above an oar myself; but, by God, I'm skipper o' this here ship, and I'll skip her as long as I remain aboard!" I saw his hand go to his belt; I saw the pistols stuck there for mutineers.

I looked at Santos.