Thomas Kinkade Victorian Autumn

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Vorbis came to his aid instead.
"This must be very convenient on long voyages," he said.
"Uh. Yes?" said the captain.
"From the provisions point of view," said Vorbis.
"My lord, I don't quite-”
"It must be like having a traveling larder," said Vorbis.
The captain smiled. "Oh no, lord. We don't eat them."
"Surely not? They look quite wholesome to me. "
"Oh, but you know the old saying, lord . . .
"Saying?"
"Oh, they say that after they die, the souls of dead sailors become-”
The captain saw the abyss ahead, but the sentence had plunged on with a horrible momentum of its own.
For a "I say! Yes, you there!" he said.
One of the sailors nodded.
"Fetch me a harpoon," said Vorbis.
The man looked from him to the captain and then scuttled off obediently.while there was no sound but the zip of the waves, the distant splash of the porpoises, and the heaven-shaking thundering of the captain's heart.Vorbis leaned back on the rail."But of course we are not prey to such superstitions," he said lazily."Well, of course," said the captain, clutching at this straw. "Idle sailor talk. If ever I hear it again I shall have the man flog-”Vorbis was looking past his ear.
"But, ah, uh, but your lordship should not, uh, ha, attempt such sport," said the captain. "Ah. Uh. A harpoon is a dangerous weapon in untrained hands, I am afraid