The father said go, and the son perished in the sea.

Oi, oi, oi!" "What are you prating there, old man?
I say, he ordered me to drink no gin.

Soon he will order, like that King of yours, that the sea be lashed with chains." "Oho! With chains." "Your king was a fool.

Was he married, your king ?" "The sea is coming, coming!" mutters Dan.

"It brings along its noise, its secret, its deception.