'Drown 'im, 'e says. 'Drown 'im before 'e dirties my fine new decks. But our owner was tenderhearted. 'Take him to the galley, 'e says. 'Boil 'im! Skin 'im! Cook 'im! Cut 'is bloomin' hair? Take 'is bloomin' number! We'll have him executed at Ascension. "Retallick, our chief cook, an' a Carth'lic, was the on'y one any way near grateful; bein' short-'anded in the galley.