“A storm, you fool you,” replies he; “do you call that a storm? why, it was nothing at all; give us but a good ship and sea-room, and we think nothing of such a squall of wind as that; but you’re but a fresh-water sailor, Bob.
Egy jobbfajta hajón, a nyílt tengeren, az efféle szélrohamra ügyet sem vetnénk. De te csak amolyan szárazföldi matróz vagy, Bob.