How came you on the rock ?" I told him.
"Lucky I saw you all standing on it white-skinned against the black rocks.

I see you all dive in and took my spy-glass, and see you swimming this way, and when I told Binnacle Bill, he said just what I thought, that you was swimming out to the lugger, and wouldn't do it, and so I took the boat and come to you, and I'm sorry I did now." "Sorry, sir ?" I said.
"Ay, sorry.

You're a set o' young swabs.

What's the good of either of you but to give trouble.

Here, where are your clothes?
Under the cliff ?" "No, sir," I said dolefully.