Eh, wha-at?
Give us no price.

So we go across the water, and think to sell to some Fayal man.
Then it blow fresh, and we cannot see well.

Eh, wha-at?
Then it blow some more fresh, and we go down below and drive very fast--no one know where.

By-and-by we see a land, and it get some hot.

Then come two, three nigger in a brick.