Byembye

We wuz in harbor one day, in some islan's some'eres or uther way off some'eres, an' they wuz workin' us like dogs agittin' the cargo in. An' I got tired mos' ter death, an' I sneaked off inter the cutter they had tied ter the stern, an' went ter sleep. Well byembye I hears an awful racket, an' there wuz the Cap'n, acussin' somethin' awful as he pulled me in.