“Ay; just as them Frenchmen that you murdered on board the Big Thunderer, as you called it.”
“I murder them, you rascal?”
“Yes; there was about five hundred of them killed.”
“They were only shot.”
“They were killed, only your conscience tells you it’s uncomfortable.”
“You rascal—you villain! You ought to be keel-hauled and well payed.”
“Ay; you’re payed, and paid off as an old hulk.”
“D——e—you—you—oh! I wish I had you on board ship, I’d make your lubberly carcass like a union jack, full of red and blue stripes.”
“Oh! it’s all very well; but if you don’t take to your heels, you’ll have all the old women in the village a whacking on you, that’s all I have to say about it. You’d better port your helm and about ship, or you’ll be keel-hauled.”
“D—n your—”
“What’s the matter?” inquire
