"Every one of 'em.

And the things they'll do to your toenails--it 'ud make your 'air creep on your 'ead to listen to the things I could tell you--" "Oh, it's awful!" said Jeremy.

"And where is your ship now ?" "Ah, my ship!" the Captain replied, winking in the most mysterious fashion; "it would be telling to say where that is.

I can trust you, I know; I'm a great judge o' character, I am, but not even with my own mother, gone to glory now twenty years and as holy a soul as ever breathed, I wouldn't trust even 'er with the secret." "Why is it a secret ?" asked Jeremy breathlessly.
"Treasure," said the Captain, dropping his voice.
"Treasure, nothing less nor more.

Between you and me there's enough gold on that there ship to satisfy the Prime Minister 'imself, to say nothing of the jewels--rubies, pearls, diamonds.