“Let ’em go,” said Disko, though no one had hinted at picking them up. “I wouldn’t hev a match that belonged to Abishai aboard. Guess she run clear under. Must ha’ been spewin’ her oakum fer a week, an’ they never thought to pump her. That’s one more boat gone along o’ leavin’ port all hands
“Glory be!” said Long Jack. “We’d ha’ been obliged to help ’em if they was top o’ water.”
“ ’Thinkin’ o’ that myself,” said Tom Platt.
“Fey! Fey!” said the cook, rolling his eyes. “He haas taken his own luck with him.”
“Ver’ good thing, I think, to tell the Fleet when we see. Eh, wha‑at?” said Manuel. “If you runna that way before the ’wind, and she work open her