"He sleeps most of his watch, and we can talk a streak." How we did talk that night! Sleep was farthest from our eyes.

Pie-Face Jones was a mean and bitter man, despite his fatness; but we blessed that fatness because it persuaded to stolen snatches of slumber.

Nevertheless our incessant tapping bothered his sleep and irritated him so that he reprimanded us repeatedly.

And by the other night guards we were roundly cursed.

In the morning all reported much tapping during the night, and we paid for our little holiday; for, at nine, came Captain Jamie with several guards to lace us into the torment of the jacket.