Go! if your ancient but ignoble blood / Has crept thro' Scoundrels ever ſince the Flood.

It was a mixture of pure medical alcohol and Navy-issue canned orange juice. Once the fire went out a little, I kind of liked it. We had a few more, the dicksmiths (the divers’ name for corpsmen who are qualified divers) said “Happy New Year,” and I left for home.

I'm not in trouble again, am I, Teach?

This was a favourable circumstance in one respect to myself and the ship's company, for as Tuesday is a sumptuous day in point of allowance in the navy, beef and pudding being the prescribed fare for dinner, we by this accident feasted two days together; whereas had it occurred on a Monday, Wednesday, or Friday, two successive banyan (or starvation) days would have been our dismal portion.