Almost ready, sir,' said the sweating, harassed bosun. 'I'm working the cunt-splice myself.''Well,' said Jack, hurrying off to where the stern-chaser hung poised above the Sophie's quarter-deck, ready...
Why, the devil, do you see,' said Jack, 'is the seam between the deck-planking and the timbers, and we call it the devil, because it is the /devil/ for the caulkers to come at: in full we say, the dev...