I am now going to start a fire to warm your feet.

I used to be your nurse, Noni; but you have lost your reason--that's true.
I am a wise man, but I don't understand your conduct at all.

Why did you drop your ship?
You will be hanged, Noni, you will be hanged, and I will dangle by your side.

You have lost your reason, that's true!" He starts a fire, then prepares food and drink.
"What will you say when you wake up?
'Fire.' And I will answer, 'Here it is.' Then you will say, 'Something to drink.' And I will answer, 'Here it is.' And then you will drink your fill again, and I will drink with you, and you will prate nonsense.

How long is this going to last?
We have lived this way two months now, or perhaps two years, or twenty years--I am drowning in gin--I don't understand your conduct at all, Noni." He drinks.
"Either I have lost my mind from this gin, or a ship is being wrecked near by.