`` Flint was cap'n ; I was quartermaster , along of my timber leg . The same broadside I lost my leg , old Pew lost his deadlights . It was a master surgeon , him that ampytated me -- out of college and all -- Latin by the bucket , and what not ; but he was hanged like a dog , and sun-dried like the rest , at Corso Castle . That was Roberts ' men , that was , and comed of changing names to their ships -- ROYAL FORTUNE and so on . Now , what a ship was christened , so let her stay , I says . So it was with the CASSANDRA , as brought us all safe home from Malabar , after England took the viceroy of the Indies ; so it was with the old WALRUS , Flint 's old ship , as I 've seen amuck with the red blood and fit to sink with gold . '' `` Ah ! '' cried another voice , that of the youngest hand on board , and evidently full of admiration . `` He was the flower of the flock , was Flint ! '' `` Davis was a man too , by all accounts , '' said Silver . `` I never sailed along of him ; first with England , then with Flint , that 's my story ; and now here on my own account , in a manner of speaking . I laid by nine hundred safe , from England , and two thousand after Flint . That ai n't bad for a man before the mast -- all safe in bank . ` Tai n't earning now , it 's saving does it , you may lay to that . Where 's all England 's men now ? I dunno . Where 's Flint 's ? Why , most on 'em aboard here , and glad to get the duff -- been begging before that , some on 'em . Old Pew , as had lost his sight , and might have thought shame , spends twelve hundred pound in a year , like a lord in Parliament . Where is he now ?
Well , he 's dead now and under hatches ; but for two XXXXX before that , shiver my timbers , the man was starving !
CASSANDRA Castle England Indies Malabar Parliament Pew Roberts duff year