I Believe My Arrival Was Most Welcome,

I Am Ill Every Time It Blows Hard, And Nothing But My Enthusiastic Love For The Profession Keeps Me One Hour At Sea.

I Will Dine Nowhere Without Your Consent Although With My Present Feelings I Might Be Trusted With Fifty Virgins Naked In A Dark Room.

I Cannot, If I Am In The Field Of Glory, Be Kept Out Of Sight: Wherever There Is Anything To Be Done, There Providence Is Sure To Direct My Steps.

Frigates Are The Eyes Of A Fleet.

Hardy, I Do Believe They Have Done It At Last... My Backbone Is Shot Through.