Michael, on the smooth roof of the cabin, slithered down the steep slope to starboard and disappeared, clawing and snarling, into the runway.

The port shrouds of the foremast carried away at the chain-plates, and the fore-topmast leaned over drunkenly to starboard.
"My word," quoth the Ancient Mariner.

"We certainly felt that." "Mr.Jackson," Captain Doane commanded the mate, "will you sound the well." The mate obeyed, although he kept an anxious eye on the whale, which had gone off at a tangent and was smoking away to the eastward.
"You see, that's what you get," Grimshaw snarled at Nishikanta.
Nishikanta nodded, as he wiped the sweat away, and muttered, "And I'm satisfied.

I got all I want.

I didn't think a whale had it in it.