In confirmation of which statement he extricated from an inside pocket and handed to his neighbours a not very cleanlooking folded document.
―You must have seen a fair share of the world, the keeper remarked, leaning on the counter.
―Why, the sailor answered, upon reflection upon it, I’ve circumnavigated a bit since I first joined on. I was in the Red Sea. I was in China and North America and South America. I seen icebergs plenty, growlers. I was in Stockholm and the Black Sea, the Dardanelles, under Captain Dalton, the best bloody man that ever scuttled a ship. I seen Russia. Gospodi pomilooy. That’s how the Russians prays.
―You seen queer sights, don’t be talking, put in a jarvey.
―Why, the sailor said, shifting his partially chewed plug, I seen queer things too, ups and downs. I seen a crocodile bite the fluke of an anchor same as I chew that quid.
He took out