Regularly at dawn he would ask his cronies about me, curious to know if I hadn't been "tossed overboard" yet, "like a gob of spit"! And he'd illustrate his remark by projecting a turgid oyster into the frothing sea.
Hutsik gabe, esnatu ondo hartan, nere berri galdetzen zien beste konpadreei, ea ez ninduten oraindik "kareletik behera bota", hala galdetzen zuen, "karkaxa bezala!" esan nahi zuenaren argigarri, istuka egiten zuen itsaso apartsura.