You can't afford to take a point.

We're only sound under calm water-line; above it, she's as thirsty as a sieve." "More shame to you," growled Captain Keogh.

"We're all thirsty here." "You'll have water enough presently," muttered the carpenter to himself as he went below.
"Gallagher, you and your brother take the helm.

Keep her out a taste, whatever yonder fool says.

My! she's spinning along for once in a way.
At this rate we shall make Achill by night." "Better try for Galway, sir," said I.
"Hold your tongue, you French fool," cried the captain, who was greatly excited.