Well now , you all know what I wanted , and you all know if that had been done that we 'd ' a been aboard the HISPANIOLA this night as ever was , every man of us alive , and fit , and full of good plum-duff , and the treasure in the hold of her , by thunder ! Well , who crossed me ? Who forced my hand , as was the lawful cap'n ? Who tipped me the black spot the day we landed and began this dance ? Ah , it 's a fine dance -- I 'm with you there -- and looks mighty like a hornpipe in a rope 's end at Execution Dock by London town , it does . But who done it ? Why , it was Anderson , and Hands , and you , George Merry ! And you 're the last above board of that same meddling crew ; and you have the Davy Jones 's insolence to up and stand for cap'n over me -- you , that sank the lot of us ! By the powers ! But this tops the stiffest yarn to nothing . '' Silver paused , and I could see by the faces of George and his late comrades that these words had not been said in vain . `` That 's for number one , '' cried the accused , wiping the sweat from his brow , for he had been talking with a vehemence that shook the house . `` Why , I give you my word , I 'm sick to speak to you . You 've neither sense nor memory , and I leave it to fancy where your mothers was that let you come to sea . Sea ! Gentlemen o ' fortune ! I reckon tailors is your trade . '' `` Go on , John , '' said Morgan . `` Speak up to the others . '' `` Ah , the others ! ''
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Anderson George John Jones London Merry hornpipe night plum-duff tailors