I wish we'd sunk his boat." "Shouldn't we have sunk ourselves too ?" "Well, perhaps.

I should like to drop something through its bottom." "I shouldn't," said Mike quietly.

"Why not?
It would serve him well right." "Because I should like to use it ourselves." "Eh?
What do you mean ?" said Vince excitedly.

"Now, younkers," said a voice behind them, "skipper says I'm to show you two to your bunks." It was a rough, hairy-faced fellow who spoke to them, though in the darkness they did not get a very good view of his features.
"To our bunks ?" said Vince.
"Yes; come along.

You're lucky: you've got a place all to yourselves." He led them aft, to where a small hatchway stood, close to that of the captain's cabin, from whence the sound of voices came so loudly that, regardless of his companions' presence, the man stood and listened.
"But I tell you I must go back, skipper," said Daygo, "and it's getting late." "_Oui_--yais, I know zat, _mon ami_," said the captain; "but I have ze good pilot on board, and it is late and ver' bad for him to go sail among ze rock and courant.