Skipper, Seth Grimball,' was the brief answer.

I tell you your skipper is no sailor, and his men are fools.

Our skipper was Scotch, and he put up some fight, but it wasn't any use.

Pincher was mate of the schooner, which traded from Tahiti, and the skipper was a handsome fellow who thought his job well lost for love.

The skipper was a regular trump; the service was clean, and we fed like fighting-cocks.

The skipper was honesty itself, and it was plain that the pirate who had chased the ship aground and then come aboard to plunder, had done it to do me hurt, and me alone.

Skipper had been a-skirmishin' round the other side uv the island after rabbits and critters, and he brought home this Wait a minute and I'll show it to yer.

Every skipper and greasy sailor became for me a figure of romance.

Their skippers were Americans, the Kellogg's master as dark as a negro, burned by thirty years of tropical sun.

The skipper was a relative of half of those who were interested in fitting out the rival Sea Lion, and had volunteered to obtain th

The skipper was half tipsy, his crew insubordinate, and for awhile no one seemed to know or care whither they went.

She was a small craft, but the skipper was as fine a seaman as one could wish for, and, in fair weather, an easy man to sail under.

The skipper isn't a man to take fool chances, and when he recruited this crew, he took nobody he couldn't answer for.