The weather has a breeding look, and I expect a dirty night.

Good or bad, we seamen must face it, and that, too, in the narrow seas, where gales of wind are no gales of Araby." "Ah, sir, it is a terrible life to lead! By living on this cliff, I have learned to pity sailors." "Perhaps, my child, you pity us when we are the most happy.

Nine seamen in ten prefer a respectable gale to a flat calm.

There are moments when the ocean is terrific; but, on the whole, it is capricious, rather than malignant.

The night that is before us promises to be just such a one as Sir Gervaise Oakes delights in.