... Wiping the brine from my eyes with my sleeve, I discovered something in the lee scuppers. Edging down carefully I seized it; whereupon a voice called out as well as it could through a Lit of the Atlantic Ocean that had taken refuge in his mouth, That's my hair. God bless you, sergeant, I said, are you hurt? No, he said, but I am nearly drowned. Well, now go below, I said, and be a good boy. He went...