Quotes from Dewey Lambdin

I'm a sailor, and we're both British," Lewrie said with a grin. "Of course, we need a dab of mustard.

at Terrible. The third-rate 74 did indeed appear badly worn, her masts slanted from

The idea of posting banns, of publicly stating his love for Caroline, of being wed—much less betrothed—gave him the squirting fits so bad he'd not trust his own arse with a fart.

Goddamn yer blood, you . . . / Lewrie wished to shout aloud; can't I relieve him for drunkeness, at least? He 71 bugger this up, certain! Drunk as Davy's Sow, or from spite for gettin' some o' his Molly Boys knackered! For better or worse, though, unfortunately, he was stuck with him. Oh, but if you turn this into a shambles, Jemmy, I'll see ye stomped on like a worm!

most staid fellow, who most-like firmly