All right, all right, I'll haul the poor man in. He's less than my weight by I stone, I'd wager.

Huff! But a tidy bit heavy all the same and ...Wheeeeew! Breath that would shame a privy! I'll put him down close to the fire, good keeper, if you please. A skin full of that will make him most like to freeze.

"Oh, what shal we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the mornin'?

Put him in the head and watch him bobble, put him in the head and watch him bobble, put him in the head and watch him bobble early in the mornin'!"

Oh, beggin' your pardon ladies...I was just singing a tune he would have enjoyed...

(He walks back to his rum, sliding a hand into his own coat-pocket. There is a sad smile on his face.)

Ah, perhaps I too should be finding rest for the night.

"The food is good, the rum is fine, and now a fire to ease my mind. What more in Heaven? What more in Hell? It tempts a man his soul to sell. And if the Lord should tarry, it's cause for making merry! And the musket-boys, they think it all so well!"

One more rum, good man. I'll sleep in the corner ther, so not to disturb should I leave early tomorrow...

Mikal