"Jim Hart, is my breakfus ready?
Ef so, you kin jest bring it to me while I'm layin' here an' I'll eat it in bed." "Your breakfus ready!" replied Jim Hart indignantly.

"What sort uv nonsense are you talkin' now, Sol Hyde ?" "Why, ain't you the ship's cook ?" said Sol in a hurt tone, "an' oughtn't you to be proud o' bein' head cook on a splendiferous new gall-yun like this?
I'd a-thought, Jim, you'd be so full o' enthusiasm over bein' promoted that you'd have had ready fur us the grandest breakfus that wuz ever cooked by a mortal man fur mortal men.

It wuz sech a fine chance fur you." "I think we can risk a fire," said Henry.

"The Spaniards are far out of sight, and warm food will be good for us." After they had eaten, Henry poured a few drops of the Spanish liquor for each in a small silver cup that he found in one of the lockers.
"That will hearten us up," he said, but directly after they drank it Paul, who had been making an exploration of his own on the boat, uttered a cry of joy.
"Coffee!" he said, as he dragged a bag from under a seat, "and here is a pot to boil it in." "More treasures," said Sol gleefully.

"That wuz shorely a good night's work you an' me done, Henry!" There was nothing to do but boil a pot of the coffee then and there, and each had a long, delicious drink.