Argh, are ye still on about this? Thirty tons, why, mates, that's nothin'. I remember, I do, about sailin' on a coal boat from Cornwall ta Manchester. And we loaded 'er by hand, too, damn yer eyes! We each had a limit we had ta load, each day, sixteen tons it was. And ye got nowhere ahead fer doin' it, either.

Me bein' a ghost and all, I didn't load naught, since I didn't care if St. Peter called me or not. He'd already done so, in fact, and me interview with him I'll try to remember ta tell ye some other time if you'll remind me and if the air is humid enough, if ye take me drift.