Perhaps you'd like to be chucked overboard yourself.

Nobody asked you to come on board, nobody wanted your company.

I reckon the wisest thing you can do is to go for'ard and turn in.' There didn't seem much for me to do else, so I went forward to the forecastle.

There most of the hands were asleep, but two or three were sitting up yarning.

I told 'em my story and what this captain had said.
"'He's a queer hand is the skipper,' one of 'em said, 'and hasn't got a soft place about him.