Old Manx sailor .

Ready formed. There! the ringed horizon. In that ring Cain struck Abel. Sweet work, right work! No? Why then, God, mad’st thou the ring?

Mate’s voice from the quarterdeck .

Hands by the halyards! in topgallant sails! Stand by to reef topsails!

All .

The squall! the squall! jump, my jollies! They scatter.

Pip shrinking under the windlass.