But civil you can speak , and shall , George Merry , you may lay to that . '' `` That 's fair enow , '' said the old man Morgan . `` Fair ! I reckon so , '' said the sea-cook . `` You lost the ship ; I found the treasure . Who 's the better man at that ? And now I resign , by thunder ! Elect whom you please to be your cap'n now ; I 'm done with it . '' `` Silver ! '' they cried . `` Barbecue forever ! Barbecue for cap'n ! '' `` So that 's the toon , is it ? '' cried the cook . `` George , I reckon you 'll have to wait another turn , friend ; and lucky for you as I 'm not a revengeful man . But that was never my way . And now , shipmates , this black spot ? ` Tai n't much good now , is it ? Dick 's crossed his luck and spoiled his Bible , and that 's about all . '' `` It 'll do to kiss the book on still , wo n't it ? ''
growled XXXXX , who was evidently uneasy at the curse he had brought upon himself .
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