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Yes, I've sailed under some 'cute skippers in my time," said the / night-watchman; "them that go down in big ships see the wonders o' the / deep, you know," he added with a sudden chuckle, "but the one I'm going / to tell you about ought never to have been trusted out without 'is ma. A / good many o' my skippers had fads, but this one was the worst I ever / sailed under.
"It's some few years ago now; I'd shipped on his barque, the John / Elliott, as slow-going an old tub as ever I was aboard of, when I wasn't / in quite a fit an' proper state to know what I was doing, an' I hadn't / been in her two days afore I found out his 'obby through overhearing a / few remarks made by the second mate, who came up from dinner in a hurry / to make 'em. 'I don't mind saws an' knives hung round the cabin,' he ses / to the fust mate, 'but when a chap has a 'uman 'and alongside 'is plate, / studying it while folks is at their food, it's more than a Christian man / can stand.'