"You must ha' been with them red whiskers on your face," McGuffey agreed. He refrained from saying more, for instinct told him Mr. Gibney was about to grow reminiscent and spin a yarn, and B. McGuffey had a true seaman's reverence for a goodly tale, whether true, half-true, or wholly fanciful. Mr. Gibney sniffed again the subtle tang of the South Seas drifting over from the _Tropic Bird_, and when a Kanaka, scantily clad, came on deck, threw a couple of fenders overside and retired to the forecastle singing one of those Hawaiian ballads that are so mournfully sweet and funereal, Mr. Gibney sighed again. "Gawd!" he murmured. "I've sure made a hash o' my young life." "What's bitin' you, Gib?" Mr. McGuffey's voice was molten with sympathy. "I was just thinkin'," replied Mr. Gibney, "just thinkin', Mac. It's the pineapples as does it--the smell of the South Seas. Here I am, big enough and old enough and ugly enough to know better, and yet every time the _City Of Papeete_ or the _Tropic Bird_ or the _Aorangi_ come into port and I see the Kanaka boys swabbin' down decks and get a snifter o' that fine smell of the Island trade, my innards wilt down like a mess o' cabbage an' I ain't myself no more until after the fifth drink." "Sorter what th' feller calls vain regrets," suggested McGuffey. "Vain regrets is the word," mourned Mr. Gibney. "It all comes back to me what I hove away when I was young an' foolish an' didn't know when I was well off. If there'd only been some good-hearted lad to advise me, I wouldn't be a-settin' here on a hemp hawser, a blasted beachcombin' bucko mate and out of a job. No, siree. I'd 'a' still been King Gibney, Mac, with power o' life an' death over two thousand odd blackbirds, an' I'd 'a' had a beautiful wife an' a dozen kids maybe, with pigs an' chickens an' copra an' shell an' a big bungalow an' money. _That's_ what I chucked away when I was young an' nobody to advise me." McGuffey made no comment on Mr. Gibney's outburst. There are moments in life when silence is the greatest sympathy one can offer, and intuitively McGuffey felt that he was face to face with a tragedy. When a shipmate's soul lay bare it was not for the McGuffey to inspect it too closely.