"Here, mother, what have you been doing with this boy ?" "Doing everything I could to set him against the sea, my dear," said Mrs Strong sadly.
"And a nice mess you have made of it," growled the captain.

"Pass my tobacco.

Well, Mark, my lad; I want my spell ashore to be happy and restful, and when there's a rock ahead I must steer clear of it at once; so here goes, my lad, I may as well say it and have done with it.

I know so much of the sea that I shall never consent to your being a sailor.

Your mother is with me there.