I've seen us with pearls on board worth a thousand quid, and not a drop of water nor three square meals in the caboose.

But that was life for men and not Miss Nancys.

If they weren't saints, they were sailors, afraid of nothing but God Almighty--and they do respect Him, even when they curse the winds and the sea.

Well, one day we were lying in the open sea, about two hundred and fifty miles from Port Darwin.

There wasn't a breath of air.