But a combing sea dashed me off, and at the same instant, the fish, taking one good dart forwards, went down like a flash; and the barb of that cursed second iron towing along near me caught me here” (clapping his hand just below his shoulder); “yes, caught me just here, I say, and bore me down to Hell’s flames, I was thinking; when, when, all of a sudden, thank the good God, the barb ript its way along the flesh⁠—clear along the whole length of my arm⁠—came out nigh my wrist, and up I floated;⁠—and that gentleman there will tell you the rest (by the way, captain⁠—

Dr. Bunger, ship’s surgeon: Bunger, my lad⁠—the captain). Now, Bunger boy, spin your part of the yarn.”