The wind chopp’d about! s’Death!—then I shall meet him full in the face.
What luck!—’tis chopp’d about again, master⸺O the devil chop it⸺
Captain, quoth she, for heaven’s sake, let us get ashore.
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The wind chopp’d about! s’Death!—then I shall meet him full in the face.
What luck!—’tis chopp’d about again, master⸺O the devil chop it⸺
Captain, quoth she, for heaven’s sake, let us get ashore.