The Harpooner's Supper

I sat down on an old wooden settle carved all over like a bench on the battery. A ruminating tar was still further adorning it with his jack knife. Stooping over and diligently working away at the space between his legs. But he didn't much make headway. At any rate, i made up my mind that if it so turned out that we should sleep together, he must undress and get into bed before i did. I seed her reported in the offing this morning, a three years voyage and a full ship. Hurrah, boys. Now we'll have the latest news from the fijis.