The last moment I can manage , and that 's when . Here 's a first-rate seaman , Cap'n Smollett , sails the blessed ship for us . Here 's this squire and doctor with a map and such -- I do n't know where it is , do I ? No more do you , says you . Well then , I mean this squire and doctor shall find the stuff , and help us to get it aboard , by the powers . Then we 'll see . If I was sure of you all , sons of double Dutchmen , I 'd have Cap'n Smollett navigate us half-way back again before I struck . '' `` Why , we 're all seamen aboard here , I should think , '' said the lad Dick . `` We 're all forecastle hands , you mean , '' snapped Silver . `` We can steer a course , but who 's to set one ? That 's what all you gentlemen split on , first and last . If I had my way , I 'd have Cap'n Smollett work us back into the trades at least ; then we 'd have no blessed miscalculations and a spoonful of water a day . But I know the sort you are . I 'll finish with 'em at the island , as soon 's the blunt 's on board , and a pity it is . But you 're never happy till you 're drunk . Split my sides , I 've a sick heart to sail with the likes of you ! '' `` Easy all , Long John , '' cried Israel . `` Who 's a-crossin ' of you ? '' `` Why , how many tall ships , think ye , now , have I seen laid aboard ? And how many brisk lads drying in the sun at Execution Dock ? ''
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