Zey fight zis bad storm.

Zey vin ze storm, and behold me here ve are!" "Captain Gualtiere," said my father, holding out his hand, "as an old sailor, sir, to one of the same noble profession, I thank you for your kindness to my son." "Mon capitaine, I you embrace with my heart whole!" cried the French skipper.

"It is vell, Capitaine Ugglees-stone.

Ve vill land ourselves.
Mon vieux brave--to your home, and trink von 'tit verre of ze bon spee-reete vis ze friens.

Come." Jonas Uggleston nodded his head and exchanged a peculiar look with the Frenchman.
"Let's get ashore," he said.