'Nobody wants to lose a schooner; they want to lose her ON HER COURSE, you skeericks! You seem to think underwriters haven't got enough sense to come in out of the rain.' 'Well,' said Herrick, 'I can tell you (I am afraid) why she came so far to the eastward.

I had it of Uncle Ned.

It seems these two unhappy devils, Wiseman and Wishart, were drunk on the champagne from the beginning--and died drunk at the end.' The captain looked on the table.
'They lay in their two bunks, or sat here in this damned house,' he pursued, with rising agitation, 'filling their skins with the accursed stuff, till sickness took them.

As they sickened and the fever rose, they drank the more.

They lay here howling and groaning, drunk and dying, all in one.