The best sailor is one born for that, and for no other thing; also, a sailor can be made, though not of so fine quality; but of Franci, no.

I return him after this voyage, with compliments, and he sails no more in the 'Nautilus.' And you, Colorado?
How is it with you?
You love not at all a vessel, I think ?" There certainly could be no doubt this time that the Skipper was making fun; his face was alive with it, and John could have laughed outright for pleasure.
"I don't believe you are a Malay, one bit!" said the child.

"I'm not sure that you are a pirate at all, but I know you aren't a Malay." "Why that, my son ?" asked the Skipper, waving the smoke aside, that he might see the child's face the clearer.

"Why do you think that?
I am not dark enough for a Malay, is it that ?" "No, not that," John admitted.

"But--well, you have no creese, and you are not wild, nor--nor fierce, nor cruel." "But I have the creese!" the Skipper protested.