You could trust 'im on the bridge of a battleship.

Now, Watts is a good man, but a tot of rum makes 'im fair daft." "Ah!" purred Verity, "you must keep a tight 'and on Watts.

I like an appetizer meself w'en I'm off dooty, so to speak, but it's no joke to 'ave a boozer in charge of a fine ship an' vallyble freight.

Of course, you're responsible as master, but you can't be on deck mornin', noon, an' night.

Choke Watts off the drink, an' you'll 'ave no trouble.