to plaster a wound

Quit lying I know you be waffle stomping like the rest of us

Administrivia take up two hours of every day.

Alongside lay one of the gigs, Silver in the stern-sheets — him I could always recognize — while a couple of men were leaning over the stern bulwarks, one of them with a red cap — the very rogue that I had seen some hours before stridelegs upon the palisade.