Excerpt: …I alighted there were tears of eagerness in my eyes. Yes, I replied breathlessly, oh, sir, yes.
Then pick up that, he cried dramatically, pointing to a cigar butt on the parade ground. I didn’t wait for the laughter. I didn’t have to. It was forthcoming immediately. Huge peals of it. Sailors are a very low tribe of vertebrate. They seem to hang around most of the time waiting for something to laugh at