The schoolteacher whetted their fury, called down thunders on the deck of the Admiral Bragueton, resolved to know no rest until I had been picked up gasping, punished forever for my imaginary impertinence, chastised for daring to exist, brutally beaten, bruised and bleeding, imploring pity under the boot and fist of one of those heroes, whose muscular prowess and spectacular rage she was burning to admire.
Damatxo hark su ematen zion haien kemenari, hots egiten zion erauntsiari Amiral Braguetongo zubi gainera etor zedin, ez zuen onik izango non eta ez ninduten azkenik arnasezinean lurretik jasoko, neure ozarkeria irudimenezkoaz betiko zigortua, existitzera atrebitzeagatik kastigatua alegia, amorruz joa, odoldua, morrosko haietakoren baten botaren eta ukabilaren azpian urriki eskaka.