 And if it wasn't for me and my great strength, I'm telling you, and it's God's truth, there'd have been mutiny itself in the stock hole. It was me held them to it with a kick to one, a clout to another. And they're not caring a damn for the engineers anymore, but fearing a clout to my right arm more than they'd fear the sea itself. You did some hard work, didn't you? I did that. And I'm a devil for sticking it out when them that's weak give up. But much good it did anyone. It was a mad fight and scramble in the last seconds with each man for himself. I disremember how it came about, but...