What a Piece of Work I Am, Chapter 37 begins: “THERE WAS A LOT OF WORK to be done,” she sa id, “and I threw myself right into it. If you think about it in terms of being on a boat—and I did think of it in those terms—I wasn’t really the first mate. I was the cook, and a deck hand, and the navigator—sort of—you’ll see—and also the boy—” “—the young landlubber who runs away to sea and will do whatever dirty job gets thrown his way, just for the thrill of being on board and underway.”
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What a Piece of Work I Am, Chapter 37 begins: “THERE WAS A LOT OF WORK to be done,” she sa id, “and I threw myself right into it. If you think about it in terms of being on a boat—and I did think of it in those terms—I wasn’t really the first mate. I was the cook, and a deck hand, and the navigator—sort of—you’ll see—and also the boy—” “—the young landlubber who runs away to sea and will do whatever dirty job gets thrown his way, just for the thrill of being on board and underway.”