'You're a nice lot, you are,' I said, 'to go running down Channel at ten knots an hour without any watch, a-walking over ships and a-drowning of seamen.

I'll have the law of ye, see if I don't.' "'Jeerusalem!' said one, 'who have we here ?' "'My name is Jack Perkins,' says I, 'and I'm the sole survivor, as far as I knows, of the smack, the Flying Dolphin, as has been run down by this craft and lost with all hands.' "'Darn the Flying Dolphin, and you too,' says the man, and he begins to walk up and down the deck a-puffn' of a long cigar as if nothing had happened.
"'Oh, come,' says I, 'this won't do.

Here you've been and run down a smack, drowned father and the other three hands, and your lookout fast asleep, and you does nothing.' "'I suppose,' said the captain, sarcastic, 'you want me to jump over to look for 'em.

You want me to heave the ship to in this gale and to invite yer father perlitely to come on board.

P'raps you'd like a grapnel put out to see if I couldn't hook the smack and bring her up again.