He showed me one day." The Captain smiled proudly.
"Tatooed! Talk of tatooing! I'll show yer--and it isn't everybody I'd do it for neither.

But I've taken a fancy to you, like my own young nipper what died." With an air of vast ceremony, as though he were throwing open the door to all the universe, he slowly unwound from about his neck the dark blue handkerchief, unbuttoned his coat, then a grimy shirt and displayed a wall of deep brown chest.

This fine expanse had no hair upon it, but was illuminated with a superb picture of a ship in full sail against a setting sun, all worked in the most handsome of blue tatoo.

Jeremy gasped.

He had never dreamed that such things could be.