Frederick Marryat,
Peter Simple
“ I mean just to insinuate, that you are a damned impudent son of a sea cook; and if we both live and do well, I will prove to you, that if I am to be laughed at in a boat with the captain’s jacket on, that I am not to be laughed at on board the frigate with the boatswain’s rattan in my fist; and so look out, my hearty, for squalls, when you come on the forecastle; for I’ll be damned if I don’t make you see more stars than God Almighty ever made, and cut more capers than all the dancing masters in France. Mark my words, you burgoo-eating, pea-soup-swilling, trowsers-scrubbing son of a bitch! ”
