( Ayyyeeee, but life at sea's a mystery and a blessing and a curse, and you thank the good Lord each day for what He gives you. Water can't be rushed, and more fool he who thinks, well, there's'em mermaids, and well, you make loud with your buckos, you belay'em.
Truth is, they come, they go, and they was here before you. Same for the girl, the little strange thing, and look'ere, and second mate Mr. Eames is certainly squinting — she's gone and dropped ole Cod overboard. Blimey.
Them others are feeding below, Cod's screaming going down, screaming when he lands, screaming with all the might of him, for all he was barely twigs and skin and that mean, mean, look, whenever he won at the betting table (too often for any honest man). God save his soul, but Mr. Eames removes his hat and holds it to his chest in respect for the dying. Then, he murmurs to the girl, preening: )
...owed'im half a month's wage at cards, me.
( So, perhaps Mr. Eames isn't the most concerned that ole Cod's gone kicked the bucket. Can't be blamin'im. And he'll say a prayer all the same.)
the crossing | mermaids
Truth is, they come, they go, and they was here before you. Same for the girl, the little strange thing, and look'ere, and second mate Mr. Eames is certainly squinting — she's gone and dropped ole Cod overboard. Blimey.
Them others are feeding below, Cod's screaming going down, screaming when he lands, screaming with all the might of him, for all he was barely twigs and skin and that mean, mean, look, whenever he won at the betting table (too often for any honest man). God save his soul, but Mr. Eames removes his hat and holds it to his chest in respect for the dying. Then, he murmurs to the girl, preening: )
...owed'im half a month's wage at cards, me.
( So, perhaps Mr. Eames isn't the most concerned that ole Cod's gone kicked the bucket. Can't be blamin'im. And he'll say a prayer all the same.)