Next day when we were almost abreast of Cape Cod Clancy began to instruct me. "Here's a tip for any girl friends you got, Joe. See the skipper last night? Tell them if they're after a man--a real man--even if he's a bit shy--tell them--" Oh, the advice that Clancy could give!
About the time that we left Cape Cod light astern and squared away for Thatcher's--with Gloucester Harbor almost in sight--with the rocks of Eastern Point dead ahead--Clancy began to sing again:
"Oh, a deep blue sky and a deep blue sea And a blue-eyed girl awaiting me-- Too-roo-roo and a too-roo-ree-- Who wouldn't a Gloucester seiner be?
Ha, Joey-boy?" and gave me a slap on the shoulder that sent me half-way to the break.
That was all right, but I went aloft so I could see the rocks of Cape Ann a mite sooner. I wa
