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Now hang it! quoth I, as I lookвАЩd towards the French coastвБ†вАФa man should know something of his own country too, before he goes abroadвБ†вЄЇвБ†and I never gave a peep into Rochester church, or took notice of the dock of Chatham, or visited St.¬†Thomas at Canterbury, though they all three laid in my wayвБ†вЄЇвБ†

вАФBut mine, indeed, is a particular caseвБ†вЄЇвБ†

So without arguing the matter further with Thomas oвАЩ Becket, or anyone elseвБ†вАФI skipвАЩd into the boat, and in five minutes we got under sail, and scudded away like the wind.

Pray, captain, quoth I, as I was going down into the cabin, is a man never overtaken by Death in this passage?

Why, there is not time for a man to be sick in it, replied heвБ†вЄЇвБ†What a cursed liar! for I am sick as a horse, quoth I, alreadyвБ†вЄЇвБ†what a brain!вБ†вЄЇвБ†upside down!вБ†вЄЇвБ†heyday! the cells are broke loose one into another, and the blood, and the lymph, and the nervous juices, with the fixвАЩd and volatile salts, are all jumbled into one massвБ†вЄЇвБ†good GвБ†вЄЇ! everything turns round in it like a thousand whirlpoolsвБ†вЄЇвБ†IвАЩd give a shilling to know if I shanвАЩt write the clearer for itвБ†вЄЇвБ†

Sick! sick! sick! sick!вБ†вЄЇвБ†

вАФWhen shall we get to land? captainвБ†вАФthey have hearts like stonesвБ†вЄЇвБ†O I am deadly sick!вБ†вЄЇвБ†reach me that thing, boyвБ†вЄЇвАЩtis the most discomfiting sicknessвБ†вЄЇвБ†I wish I was at the bottomвБ†вАФMadam! how is it with you? Undone! undone! unвБ†вЄЇвБ†O! undone! sirвБ†вЄЇвБ†What the first time?вБ†вЄЇвБ†No, вАЩtis the second, third, sixth, tenth time, sir,вБ†вЄЇвБ†heyday!вБ†вАФwhat a trampling over head!вБ†вАФhollo! cabin boy! whatвАЩs the matter?вБ†вАФ

The wind choppвАЩd about! sвАЩDeath!вБ†вАФthen I shall meet him full in the face.

What luck!вБ†вАФвАЩtis choppвАЩd about again, masterвБ†вЄЇвБ†O the devil chop itвБ†вЄЇвБ†

Captain, quoth she, for heavenвАЩs sake, let us get ashore.