'Tis the Night, Ye Carrion Rogues,' Cried the Captain

At midnight, thinking murder at hand and smelling in the dark for the blood he and all his armed mates and harpooners rushed for the forecastle. When their leader fell into a doze, verbally opened their souls to each other in three sentences. The captain told the former that he had a good mind to flog them all round thought upon the whole, he would do so. But as for you, ye carrion rogues, turning to the three men in the rigging, for you, i mean to mince ye up for the tripods,. And seizing a rope, he applied it with all his might to the backs of the two traters till they yelled no more