They ran down to where Abishai's craft had vanished; found two or three trawl-tubs, a gin-bottle, and a stove-in dory, but nothing more.

"Let 'em go," said Disko, though no one had hinted at picking them up.

"I wouldn't hev a match that belonged to Abishai aboard.
'Guess she run clear under.

'Must ha' been spewin' her oakum fer a week, an' they never thought to pump her.

That's one more boat gone along o' leavin' port all hands drunk." "Glory be!" said Long Jack.