What--what--shall I say--what shall I--had I better--" "Thunderation! Do you need a chart and compass?
Stay where you are.

I'll say it myself." He strode to the window, threw it open, and shouted in a voice which had been trained to carry above worse gales than the present one: "Ahoy! Ahoy! Win! Fetch her around aft here.

Lay alongside the kitchen door! D'you hear?
Ahoy! Win! d'you hear ?" Silence.

Then, after a moment, came the reply.

"Yup, I hear ye.