Fifteen men on the dead man’s chest
Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum.
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum.

Mr. Hyslop, bored and resigned: “Oh Gawd! He’s at
it again.” He waves the Jolly Roger listlessly.
A.J., surrounded and fighting against overwhelming
odds, throws back his head and makes with the hogcall. Immediately a thousand rutting Eskimos pour in
grunting and squealing, faces tumescent, eyes hot and
red, lips purple, fall on the American women.
(Eskimos have a rutting season when the tribes
meet in short Summer to disport themselves in orgies.
Their faces swell and lips turn purple.)
A House Dick with cigar two feet long sticks his
head in through the wall: “Have you got a menagerie
in here?”
Hassan wrings his hands: “A shambles! A filthy
shambles! By Allah I never see anything so downright
nasty!”
He whirls on A.J. who is sitting on a sea chest, parrot
on shoulder, patch over one eye, drinking T u rn from
a tankard. He scans the horizon with a huge brass
telescope.
Hassan: “You cheap Factualist bitch! Go and never
darken my rumpus room again!