A terrible sea on, and all sorts of signs
Of something that's likely to shorten our days;—
And you carry on so as to make it come quicker
The Passenger.
You're in no mood, I see, to negotiate further;
But time, you know, brings with it many a change [Nods in a friendly fashion. We'll meet when you're sinking, if not before; Perhaps I may then find you more in the humour.
[Goes into the cabin.
Peer. Unpleasant companions these scientists are! With their freethinking ways
[To the Boatswain, who is passing.
Hark, a word with you, friend! That passenger? What crazy creature is he? The Boatswain. I know of no passenger here but yourself. Peer. No others? This thing's getting worse and worse.
[To the Ship's Boy, who comes out of the cabin.
Who went down the companion just now?
The Boy.
The ship's dog, sir!
[Passes on.
The Look-out.
[Shouts.]
Land close ahead!
Peer.
Where's my box? Where's my trunk?
All the baggage on deck!
