Born as he was in the nineteenth century, he was only a Jack-tar and a hero!

No one appeared to mind him, till a jolly Jack-tar with both arms cut off, but dressed in full sailor's togs, lurched heavily towards him.

Because of the smoke, and the carefully rationed water aboard ship, they looked more like a mob of filthy buccaneers than jack-tars.

"The jack-tars would be delighted to go down in ships and do business in such an element."

"It ought not to have been loose, and there is a bit of discipline for some jack-tar."

"Wot captin's that?" growled the Jack-tar.