--what a trampling over head! --hollo! cabin boy! what's the matter?--
The wind chopp'd about! s'Death! --then I shall meet him full in the face.
What luck! --'tis chopp'd about again, master ----O the devil chop it----
Captain, quoth she, for heaven's sake, let us get ashore.
what a trampling over head! Hallo! cabin boy! what's the matter?'
The wind chopped about! s'Death! - then I shall meet him full in the face.
What luck! ''Tis chopped about again, master.'
'O the devil chop it-'
'Captain,' quoth she, 'for heaven's sake, let us get ashore.'