There 's Cap'n Trelawney -- what 's he to think ? Here I have this confounded son of a Dutchman sitting in my own house drinking of my own rum ! Here you comes and tells me of it plain ; and here I let him give us all the slip before my blessed deadlights ! Now , Hawkins , you do me justice with the cap'n . You 're a lad , you are , but you 're as smart as paint . I see that when you first come in . Now , here it is : What could I do , with this old timber I hobble on ? When I was an A B master mariner I 'd have come up alongside of him , hand over hand , and broached him to in a brace of old shakes , I would ; but now -- '' And then , all of a sudden , he stopped , and his jaw dropped as though he had remembered something . `` The score ! '' he burst out . `` Three goes o ' rum ! Why , shiver my timbers , if I had n't forgotten my score ! '' And falling on a bench , he laughed until the tears ran down his cheeks . I could not help joining , and we laughed together , peal after peal , until the tavern rang again . `` Why , what a precious old sea-calf I am ! '' he said at last , wiping his cheeks . `` You and me should get on well , Hawkins , for I 'll take my davy I should be rated ship 's boy . But come now , stand by to go about . This wo n't do . Dooty is dooty , messmates .
I 'll put on my old cockerel hat , and step along of you to Cap'n XXXXX , and report this here affair .
Dooty Dutchman Hawkins Trelawney cheeks deadlights first messmates sea-calf slip