SIRIUS AND SUPPLY
look spry! foul weather forces us to ply down Sydney Bay to unload the provender me, i’d rather run sly on Norfolk suppose you use the spyglass, saucereyes! that Jack Sauce is a surly slyboots serve ‘ere ‘cos i sweated sinkers
us tars sup on sippersauce, them nobs on sack lubber, you lie as fast as a dog can lick a dish Phillip’s flagship, Sirius, is she tight as a piper? sure as a louse in yer bosom
‘tis Sirius with stores lies on the knuckle, the sloop Supply lies offshore longboats! prepare to unload! watch, the wind’s turned about reef sails! stack those stores on the gun deck! look sharp! reef neath the surf yonder! low lying! avast! she’s turning
make sail! my eyes and limbs!