A Ship's A Fool To

Desperate Affairs Require Desperate Measures.

Hardy, I Do Believe They Have Done It At Last... My Backbone Is Shot Through.

I Am Ill Every Time It Blows Hard, And Nothing But My Enthusiastic Love For The Profession Keeps Me One Hour At Sea.

It Is My Turn Now; And If I Come Back, It Is Yours.

In Sea Affairs, Nothing Is Impossible, And Nothing Is Improbable.