She is very good to fishermen all the time.

That is why so few of us Portugee men ever are drowned." "You're a Roman Catholic, then ?" "I am a Madeira man.

I am not a Porto Pico boy.

Shall I be Baptist, then?
Eh, wha-at?
I always give candles--two, three more when I come to Gloucester.

The good Virgin she never forgets me, Manuel." "I don't sense it that way," Tom Platt put in from his bunk, his scarred face lit up by the glare of a match as he sucked at his pipe.
"It stands to reason the sea's the sea; and you'll get jest about what's goin', candles or kerosene, fer that matter." "'Tis a mighty good thing," said Long Jack, "to have a frind at coort, though.