Why in New York I couldn't throw a cigar stump from my office window without running the risk of hitting at least two and starting two damage suits." The captain chuckled.
"I presume likely you didn't throw many," he observed.

"That would be expensive fun." "It would," was the prompt reply.

"Cigars cost money." They jogged on for a few minutes in silence.

Then said Captain Obed: "Well, John, what are you plannin' to do first?
After we get into port, I mean." "I scarcely know.

Look about, perhaps.