So this is where he lives, huh? I knew him back when I waa his oiler on the "Firkin Maid", sailing out of Fiji under Panamanian Registry. Leastwise Amos said it was Panamanian Registry. I don't know myself. Yeah, I was the oiler. And the cook, when I wasn't oilin them shafts. I remember one night in Papeetee I think it was, Amos was oilin his shaft when the girls daddy came home. But enough of that. I brought him a present from my last trip. Not the cabin boy, nossir, but sosme of that bakolo and kava stuff he used to like so much.

You don't think he'll mind me sittin here on his settee for a bit do you? My clothes are kinda oily and dirty, but hell, old Amos won't care.