"I'm dead, sure enough, and this thing is in charge." He groaned, and the figure turned its head, showing a pair of little gold rings half hidden in curly black hair.
"Aha! You feel some pretty well now ?" it said.

"Lie still so: we trim better." With a swift jerk he sculled the flickering boat-head on to a foamless sea that lifted her twenty full feet, only to slide her into a glassy pit beyond.

But this mountain-climbing did not interrupt blue-jersey's talk.

"Fine good job, I say, that I catch you.

Eh, wha-at?
Better good job, I say, your boat not catch me.