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- swaggered on deck, “it’s your turn now, but it will be mine before
long. Yaw about while you may, my hearties, I’ll do the yawing after
the anchor’s up.”
Several of the sailors were very drunk, and one of them was lifted on
board insensible by his landlord, who carried him down below and dumped
him into a bunk. And two other sailors, as soon as they made their
appearance, immediately went below to sleep off the fumes of their
drink.
At last, all the crew being on board, word was passed to go to dinner
fore and aft, an order that made my heart jump with delight, for now my
long fast would be broken. But though the sailors, surfeited with
eating and drinking ashore, did not then touch the salt beef and
potatoes which the black cook handed down into the forecastle; and
though this left the whole allowance to me; to my surprise, I found
that I could eat little or nothing; for now I only felt deadly faint,
but not hungry.
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