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

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."

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.

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