You're not a good sailor at all.

The stuff's not in you.

But you're strong and hearty and you'll do well in the sugar cane.
If the sun's too hot and your back bends too much just reflect that for a white man it's not a long life and your troubles will be over, some day." Robert's old indomitable spirit flamed up.
"I never expect to see a West Indian plantation, not on this journey, at least," he said.

"You and that miserable spy boast that you took me out of the very center of my friends, and I tell you in reply that if I have enemies who follow me I also have friends who are truer in their friendship than you are in your hate, and they'll come for me." "That's the spirit.

I never heard another lad sling words in the noble fashion you do.