me the blue said dan what in thunder is it the song of fin said the cook when he going to his captains courageous was not thick but all clear cut as though it came from a faith i ve been to but i did n t make that noise t is like some of the old songs though said long jack sighing don t let s another between said dan and the struck up a rattling tune that ended it s six an twenty sundays we saw the land with fifteen an fifteen old an grand hold on roared tom d ye want to nail the trip dan that s sure less you sing it after all our salt s wet no t ain t is it not unless you sing the very verse you can t learn me anything on what s that said what s a a s anything that spoils the luck sometimes it s a man � sometimes it s a boy � or a bucket i ve known a knife two till we was on to her said tom i captains courageous there s all sorts o jim was one till he was drowned on i d never ship with jim not if i was there a green on the flood was a too the worst sort o drowned four men she did an used to shine fiery o nights in the nest and you believe that said remembering what tom had said about candles and models have n t we all got to take what s served a of ran round the yes things can happen said don t you go a mock of young well ain t no day after we him dan cut in we had a good catch the cook threw up his head and laughed suddenly � a queer thin laugh he was a most murder said long jack don t do that again doctor we ain t used to ut what s wrong said dan ain t he our and did n t they strike on good after we d struck him captains courageous oh said the cook i know that but the catch not finish yet he ain t goin to do us any harm said dan hotly where are ye an to he s all no harm no but one day he will be your master that all said dan placidly he t � not by a master said the cook pointing to man and he pointed to dan that s news soon said dan with a laugh in some years and i shall see it master and man � man and master how in thunder d ye work that out said tom in my head where i can see this from all the others at once i do not know but so it will be he dropped his head and went on the potatoes and not another word could they get out of him well said dan a heap o things to come fore s any master o mine but i m glad the doctor ain t to mark him for a now i captains courageous uncle fer the in the fleet his own special luck ef it s same s he ought to be on the that boat s her own sure � an gear make no differ to her christmas she loose in a flat ca am we ve well clear o the fleet anyway said an all there was a on the deck uncle has his luck said dan as his father departed it s blown clear cried and all the tumbled up for a bit of fresh air the fog had gone but a sullen sea ran in great behind it the we re here slid as it were into long sunk avenues and which felt quite sheltered and if they would only stay still but they changed without rest or mercy and flung up the to crown one peak of a thousand gray hills while the wind through her as she down the slopes far away a sea would burst in a sheet of foam and the others would follow suit as at a signal till s eyes swam with the vision of and four or five mother captains courageous s chickens round in circles shrieking as they swept past the bows a rain or two strayed over the hopeless waste ran down wind and back again and melted away seems to me i saw jest over yonder said uncle pointing to the can t be any of the fleet said peering under his eyebrows a hand on the as the solid bows into the sea s over fast don t you want to up a piece an see how lays in his big boots trotted rather than climbed up the main this consumed with envy himself around the cross trees and let his eye till it caught the tiny black flag on the shoulder of a mile away swell she s all right he hailed sail o dead to the no th ard down like smoke she be too they waited yet another half hour the sky clearing in patches with a of sickly sun from time to time that made patches of olive green water then a stump captains courageous lifted and disappeared to be followed on the next wave by a high stern with wooden s horn the sails were red shouted dan no t ain t neither da ad that s no french said your blame luck holds n a screw in a head i ve eyes it s uncle you can t tell fer sure the head king of all groaned tom oh why was n t you an asleep how could i tell said poor as the swung up she might have been the very flying so foul and was every rope and stick aboard her was some four or five feet high and 