“You've got to think of the fine times you had with your mate, not the moment of his perishin'. Every tear you shed now only wets his windin' sheet and disturbs his rest” ThinkingMomentsTearsFineMatesShedSheetsSailor Book:Bloody Jack: Being an Account of the Curious Adventures of Mary Source: Bloody Jack: Being an Account of the Curious Adventures of Mary
“You was talkin' out of yer head last night, too," chortles Davy. "No one's gonna fancy me. I'm gonna be ugly and no on'es gonna fancyme!" he mimics, mincing about the hammock. "You are such a rum cove, Jacky, for thinkin' such things when yer just about beat t' death! Fancy me? Fancy me? Jacky, no one's gonna fancy us, we're all gonna end up lookin' like Snag!" "Which is how a salty dog sailor's supposed to look," says Willy with a firm nod. "And you're halfway there, Jack-o!" crows Tink. Ah, the sweet comfort of friends.” LooksEndsLastsNightDogSweetComfortBeatsUglyFirmFancyLast NightHalfwaySailorCrowSaltyRumHammocksHalfway There Author:L.A. Meyer
