
I went in holding the sounding line myself. If the hand writing down the numbers gets wet, every measurement we took today is worthless.
Every time you came up you called out the depth, so all of us on deck counted. Eleven times.
That reef line through the black-sand inlet was mine to sell. You've cut into my price, so you owe me a drink.
That water's bad for the ears. I told you to rinse them the moment you came up, and off you went again, just threw your clothes on.



