Them fellers used to drink a power o' rum in that shanty.

I've seen 'em staggerin' home many a Monday mornin' when I got down early to open up for my team.

It's the rum that riled the cap'n, I guess.

He wouldn't stand it aboard ship and used to put his men in irons, I've hearn tell, when they come aboard drunk.

What gits me is that the cap'n didn't know them fellers met there every night they could git away, week-days as well as Sundays.