At least, he said he didn't want to live.
I offered to put him to bed and to sit up with him all night if it would make him feel a little less like passing away.

He lurched at the chance.
I accompanied him to his stateroom, and so got a few much-needed hours of repose, despite his groans.

I also ate his breakfast for him.
Skirmishing around this morning, I found there were no unoccupied rooms in the first cabin, so I decided that we were far enough from land for me to reveal myself to the officer of the day,--if that's what you call 'em on board ship,--with a very honest and laudable desire to work my passage home.

I can only add, Captain, that I am ready and willing to do anything from swabbing floors on the upper deck to passing coal at the bottom of the ship." Captain Trigger stared hard at the young man, a puzzled expression in his eyes.
"You appear to be a gentleman," he said at last.

"Why are you on board this ship as a stowaway?
Don't you know that I can put you in irons, confine you to the brig, and put you ashore at the first port of call ?" "Certainly, sir.