The sea pursued us without remission, leaping to the assault of the low rail.

The quarter-deck was all awash, and we must close the companion doors.
"And all this, if you please, for Mr.Pinkerton's dollars!" the captain suddenly exclaimed.

"There's many a fine fellow gone under, Mr.Dodd, because of drivers like your friend.

What do they care for a ship or two?
Insured, I guess.

What do they care for sailors' lives alongside of a few thousand dollars?
What they want is speed between ports, and a damned fool of a captain that'll drive a ship under as I'm doing this one.