Draw a bucket, Harvey.

Oh, Penn, dump these in the gurry-butt 'fore you sleep.

Kin you keep awake that long ?" Penn took up the heavy basket of fish-livers, emptied them into a cask with a hinged top lashed by the foc'sle; then he too dropped out of sight in the cabin.
"Boys clean up after dressin' down an' first watch in ca'am weather is boy's watch on the _We're Here_." Dan sluiced the pen energetically, unshipped the table, set it up to dry in the moonlight, ran the red knife-blades through a wad of oakum, and began to sharpen them on a tiny grindstone, as Harvey threw offal and backbones overboard under his direction.
At the first splash a silvery-white ghost rose bolt upright from the oily water and sighed a weird whistling sigh.

Harvey started back with a shout, but Dan only laughed.
"Grampus," said he.

"Beggin' fer fish-heads.