“We all get a rest den, ’cause we got to dive her de next day. Durin’ de night, your papa ask Robinson where dem candleholders is stowed, but Robinson says dot far as he concerned, we all of us pirates and he ain’t gwan to tell us what time it is. So me and Wakefield and Bodden Cross start de divin’. We got lowered on down in dese harnesslike things, weighted with ballast, and we got a rope to signal with and baskets and grapplin’ hooks so de deck gang can haul de stuff up. Dass how we do it in dem times. No suits and hoses like dese goddom foreign Greek sponger son-bitches. Lemme tell you, boys, you need more’n’ lungs for dot kinda work, you need de nerve to go down into de dark of a hold of sunk ship and feelin’ around, never knowin’ if you gwan to stick your hand in a shark’s mouth. We brought up all kindsa stuff dot day—toothbrushes and coffee grinders and lamps and lanterns and bone knife handles and blastin’ powder, but no gold candlesticks. We start again de next mornin’, and a fine one it was, de norther blowed out, and de sea flat, but come de end of de day, me and Jimmy Wakefield, we feel dis burnin’ in our eyes different den de burnin’ come from saltwater. Bodden, he workin’ a different part of de ship—de for’ard end—and said his eyes feelin’ just fine. We go down de third day, and de fourth and dis time we come up with somethin’—de silks from China, and silverware, boxes of it, and de lamps from some expensive place in New York. Workin’ like hell for four full days, and got a good bit of de cargo, but no candlesticks yet. Fifth day come, dot burnin’ get worse, and after one dive me and Wakefield can’t go down no more, de burnin’ so bad now. Your papa wash out our eyes with de fresh water and de bakin’ soda, but it don’t do much good. Couple hours later, I’m havin’ trouble seein’, and so is Jimmy. Dass when dot goddom Robinson tell us dot Annisquam carryin’ horse limmament. He call it ‘Mexican mustang limmament,’ and says we musta been down de hold where it was and dot de bottles musta broke when de ship did and all dot limmament mixin’ with de seawater in de hold. Boys, me and Jimmy was scared! We up on deck in de light of day, and everything mostways look like it does down below. Your papa call off de whole operation. Bodden send up some kinda thing made of crystal, and dot was de last thing. Cop’in Cy sets sail for Key West, fast as he can drive dot ship, and me and Jimmy are brought to de navy hospital, but by den we can’t see hardly at all. Jimmy was cryin’, and I was fixin’ to. While we in dere, de federal marshal arrested your papa on charges of grand larceny on de high seas, and dass what come of all dot.”