"Ay, as I was saying," said Bulger, "’twas in these latitudes, on my last voyage but three. I was in a Bristol ship a-carryin’ of slaves from Guinea to the plantations. Storms!--I never seed such storms nowhere; and, contrairywise, calms enough to make a Quaker sick. In course the water was short, an’ scurvy come aboard, an’ ’twas a hammock an’ a round shot for one or other of us every livin’ day. As reg’lar as the mornin’ watch the sharks came for their breakfast; we could see ’em comin’ from all p’ints o’ the compass; an’ sure as seven bells struck there they was, ten deep, with jaws wide open, like Parmiter’s there when there’s a go of grog to be sarved out. We was all like the livin’ skellington at Bartlemy Fair, and our teeth droppin’ out that fast, they pattered like hailstones on the deck." "How did you stick ’em in again?" interrupted Parmiter, anxious to get even with Bulger for the allusion to his gaping jaw. He was a thick-set, ugly fellow, his face seamed with scars, his mouth twisted, his ears dragged at the lobes by heavy brass rings. "With glue made out of albicores we caught, to be sure. Well, as I was saying, we was so weak there wasn’t a man aboard could reach the maintop, an’ the man at the wheel had two men to hold him up. Things was so, thus, an’ in such case, when, about eight bells one arternoon, the look-out at the mast-head----" "Thought you couldn’t climb? How’d he get there?" said the same sceptic. "Give me time, Parmiter, and you’ll know all about the hows an’ whys, notwithstanding and sobeits. He’d been there for a week, for why? ’cos he couldn’t get down. We passed him up a quarter-pint o’ water and a biscuit or two every day by a halyard. Well, as I was sayin’, all at once the look-out calls down, ’Land ho!’--leastways he croaked it, ’cos what with weakness and little water our throats was as dry as last year’s biscuit. ’Where away?’ croaks first mate, which I remember his name was Tonking. And there, sure enough, we seed a small island, which it might be a quarter-mile long. Now, mind you, we hadn’t made a knot for three weeks. How did that island come there so sudden like? In course, it must ha’ come up from the bottom o’ the sea. And as we was a-lookin’ at it we seed it grow, mateys--long spits o’ land shootin’ out this side, that side, and t’other side--and the whole concarn begins to move towards us, comin’ on, hand over hand, slow, dead slow, but sure and steady. Our jaws were just a-droppin’ arter our teeth when fust mate busts out in a laugh; by thunder, I remember that there laugh to-day! ’twas like--well, I don’t know what ’twas like, if not the scrapin’ of a handsaw; an’ says he, ’By Neptune, ’tis a darned monstrous squid!’ And, sure enough, that was what it was, a squid as big round as the Isle o’ Wight, with arms that ud reach from Wapping Stairs to Bugsby Marshes, and just that curly shape. An’ what was more, ’twas steerin’ straight for us.