Eh ben, one of de Henglish ships he is not a gentleman-of-war, he is what you call go-on-your-own-hook--privator.

But it is all de same--tres-ba, all right! What you t'ink coum to pass?
De big Henglish ship she is hit ver' bad, she is all break-up.

Efin, dat leetle privator he stan' round on de fighting side of de gentleman-of-war and take de fire by her loneliness.

Say, then, wherever dere is troub' mon onc' 'Lias he is there, he stan' outside de troub' an' look on--dat is his hobby.

You call it hombog?
Oh, nannin-gia! Suppose two peoples goes to fight, ah bah, somebody must pick up de pieces--dat is mon onc' 'Lias! He have his boat full of hoysters; so he sit dere all alone and watch dat great fight, an' heat de hoyster an' drink de cider vine.
"Ah, bah! mon onc' 'Lias he is standin' hin de door dat day.