Bless your dear heart, we can land our bales there under their very noses! Steady, my friend, you were nearly slipping there.

You French dogs never could walk on your hind legs.
There she lies, as snug and taut as a revenue cutter, and just as many teeth.

What did I come ashore for now?
Not to see you, was it?
'Pon my word, monsieur, I owe you a hundred pardons.

I quite forgot.

You look a worthy fellow.