Arthur D. Howden Smith,
Porto Bello gold
(1924)
“ I'm a seaman, I am. Give me sun and stars, and I'll steer ye a course. Give me sight o' tops'ls, and I'll fetch ye 'longside o' a prize. I'm no man for fuss, I'm not. Ye can ha' all the rum ye want, so be ye sail the ship and fight her. "Now, what ha' ye to say? Speak up, any o' you swabs as is for trouble!" Long John Silver spoke from the shadows, his words flowing smoothly with an insinuating, oily inflection. "We better make it all reg'lar, Bill. You're mate, and you say as how Flint give you the treasure-map and says you was to be cap'n a'ter him ”
