“You go flitterin’ off to Havana fussin' over your garments, you go yourself. An’ I may just not be here when you return — can guarantee you that.”
"Wait, no no, no! Mister Thatch, you mustn’t leave on your many grand excursions without me! I need guidance in these things, a teacher, even; I feel positively like a beached flounder—–“
”…My schooner can surely get me to Havana alone, I don’t question that. But catch up with your fine vessel? Laughable! Preposterous! Ludicrous! I’ll…“
”I’ll… Just figure out a new vest with the fabrics here in Nassau, I suppose.“