The captain is in his bunk, drinking bottled ditch-water; and the crew isgambling in the forecastle. She will strike and sink and split. Do you think the laws of God will be suspended in favour of England because you were born in it?
'Now wait and you will see,' said Giuán... 'See what?' 'Batian. It is so marvelous that you will just sit down and stare.' He was right and we did. ~ Felice Benuzzi It needed but little imagination to visualise the storm-crushed forecastle and poop, the remnants of protruding ribs, the stumps of masts and bowsprit. Even a porthole was open... ~ Felice Benuzzi