"Oh, I love old Ocean's smile, I love old Ocean's frowning-- My love's for Ocean all the while, My prayer's for death by drowning."
The devil was in him then. "Did you call me, skipper?" I sang out.
"Did I? Did I? Lord, Joe, I don't know. Maybe I did. I feel like calling from here to Gloucester, and if I did I bet they'd hear me. God, Joe, but it's good to be alive, isn't it?--just to be alive. Whew! but I wish I had a few more sou'westers--just to see 'em scale. But what was it I wanted--but is the cook there?"
"He is--I c'n hear him talking."
"Then go below and tell him, Joe--tell him to mouse his pots and kettles, for with sail alow and sail aloft, with her helmsman lashed and her house awash, in a living gale and the devil's own sea, the Johnnie Duncan's going to the west'ard."
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