( Like'im. Sure. Certainly. Certain. All is fine and all is certain, and would you look at the boy, learning the way of things. Fancy. All fancy. Maybe they be keepin'im, once he learns to like the salt in his boots and his lungs and in the air, broad and cloyed around'im.

They can feed'im. Doesn't look like he takes much, him. )

Should know the mates, you should. Aye? ( Agreeably, with gusto. Ayyyyyeeeee. ) You do yerself a kindness, put sweat and bleeding and some fat to oil the way, do the cap'n's God-loving work, and you've yourself a spot'ere. Eh? Sounds good? Right and proper?