{"id":"01KG8AK0QKRVVT9C8D69ZF7ZC4","cid":"bafkreigergpicd4itt7twspzzvz2uhmxa63vi2oyvgpljo4i34uttryaze","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":522,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:47:50.352Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J19Y3FNVN5KWASY78BP4","start_line":448,"text":"But king o’ the club, the gayest golden spark,\r\nSailor o’ sailors, what sailor do I mark?\r\nTom Tight, Tom Tight, no fine fellow finer,\r\nA cutwater nose, ay, a spirited soul;\r\nBut, bowsing away at the well-brewed bowl,\r\nHe never bowled back from that last voyage to China.\r\n\r\nTom was lieutenant in the brig-o’-war famed\r\nWhen an officer was hung for an arch-mutineer,\r\nBut a mystery cleaved, and the captain was blamed,\r\nAnd a rumpus too raised, though his honor it was clear.\r\nAnd Tom he would say, when the mousers would try him,\r\nAnd with cup after cup o’ Burgundy ply him:\r\n“Gentlemen, in vain with your wassail you beset,\r\nFor the more I tipple, the tighter do I get.”\r\nNo blabber, no, not even with the can—\r\nTrue to himself and loyal to his clan.\r\n\r\nTom blessed us starboard and d—d us larboard,\r\nRight down from rail to the streak o’ the garboard.\r\nNor less, wife, we liked him.—Tom was a man\r\nIn contrast queer with Chaplain Le Fan,\r\nWho blessed us at morn, and at night yet again,\r\nD—ning us only in decorous strain;\r\nPreaching ’tween the guns—each cutlass in its place—\r\nFrom text that averred old Adam a hard case.\r\nI see him—Tom—on _horse-block_ standing,\r\nTrumpet at mouth, thrown up all amain,\r\nAn elephant’s bugle, vociferous demanding\r\nOf topmen aloft in the hurricane of rain,\r\n“Letting that sail there your faces flog?\r\nManhandle it, men, and you’ll get the good grog!”\r\nO Tom, but he knew a blue-jacket’s ways,\r\nAnd how a lieutenant may genially haze;\r\nOnly a sailor sailors heartily praise.\r\n\r\nWife, where be all these chaps, I wonder?\r\nTrumpets in the tempest, terrors in the fray,\r\nBoomed their commands along the deck like thunder;\r\nBut silent is the sod, and thunder dies away.\r\nBut Captain Turret, _“Old Hemlock”_ tall,\r\n(A leaning tower when his tank brimmed all,)\r\nManoeuvre out alive from the war did he?\r\nOr, too old for that, drift under the lee?\r\nKentuckian colossal, who, touching at Madeira,\r\nThe huge puncheon shipped o’ prime _Santa-Clara;_\r\nThen rocked along the deck so solemnly!\r\nNo whit the less though judicious was enough\r\nIn dealing with the Finn who made the great huff;\r\nOur three-decker’s giant, a grand boatswain’s mate,\r\nManliest of men in his own natural senses;\r\nBut driven stark mad by the devil’s drugged stuff,\r\nStorming all aboard from his run-ashore late,\r\nChallenging to battle, vouchsafing no pretenses,\r\nA reeling King Ogg, delirious in power,\r\nThe quarter-deck carronades he seemed to make cower.\r\n“Put him in _brig_ there!” said Lieutenant Marrot.\r\n“Put him in _brig!_” back he mocked like a parrot;\r\n“Try it, then!” swaying a fist like Thor’s sledge,\r\nAnd making the pigmy constables hedge—\r\nShip’s corporals and the master-at-arms.\r\n“In _brig_ there, I say!”—They dally no more;\r\nLike hounds let slip on a desperate boar,\r\nTogether they pounce on the formidable Finn,\r\nPinion and cripple and hustle him in.\r\nAnon, under sentry, between twin guns,\r\nHe slides off in drowse, and the long night runs.\r\n\r\nMorning brings a summons. Whistling it calls,\r\nShrilled through the pipes of the boatswain’s four aids;\r\nTrilled down the hatchways along the dusk halls:\r\n_Muster to the Scourge!_—Dawn of doom and its blast!\r\nAs from cemeteries raised, sailors swarm before the mast,\r\nTumbling up the ladders from the ship’s nether shades.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJF3ZC96D40VJHZ0JTPAR","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J19Y3FNVN5KWASY78BP4","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AK0QK2C6C8KS7VVQ5HAG7","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:47:50.515Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:47:53.349Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}