Sit yourself down.

'Ave a cigar an' a glass o' port.

I didn't expect you quite so soon, but you're just as welcome now as later." Captain Coke placed his hat on top of a malacca cane, and balanced both against the back of a chair.
"I'll take a smoke but no wine, thankee, Mr.Verity," said he.

"I kem along now' 'coss I want to be aboard afore it's dark.

We're moored in an awkward place." "Poor owd _Andromeeda_! Just 'er usual luck, eh, Jimmie ?" "Well, she ain't wot you might call one of fortune's fav'rits, but she's afloat, an' that's more'n you can say for a good many daisy-cutters I've known." Verity chuckled.
"Some ships are worth less afloat than ashore, an' she's one of 'em," he grinned.