Cook, Cook, Sail This Way!

Old fleece, as they called him, came shuffling and limping along, assisting his step with his tongs. He bowed his arched back still further over, at the same time sideways, inclining his head so as to bring his best ear into play. With one hand he solemnly flourished his tongs, and, leaning far over the side, in a mumbling voice, began addressing the sharks. While stubb, softly, crawling behind, overheard all that was said. "I say to you, fellow critters, that that voraciousness stop slapping the tail" 'That's stianity,' replied old fleece; 'that can't be helped