Perhaps I have a frighteningly sievish memory, but I’ll be damned if I can flip a folded chart back and forth and remember exactly what was on the other side.

Starring and shying at straws, with sidlings and plungings.

I went below, and did what I could for my wound; it pained me a good deal, and still bled freely; but it was neither deep nor dangerous, nor did it greatly gall me when I used my arm.

I can't go out dressed like this. People'd stare!