1916 ‘Taffrail’ Pincher Martin 314: ‘I say, commander,’ one of the firm’s bigwigs had said to Wooten.at bigwig, n.
1916 ‘Taffrail’ Pincher Martin 292: ’Ere [...] one o’ them ’ere deaders ’as come back ter life!at deader, n.
1916 ‘Taffrail’ Pincher Martin 239: ‘Great Caesar’s aunt!’ gasped the marine officer.at great Caesar! (excl.) under great...!, excl.
1916 ‘Taffrail’ Pincher Martin 226: If this pile of wood catches fire it’ll play Old Harry on the upper-deck with the twelve pounders and their ammunition.at play old Harry (with) (v.) under Old Harry, n.
1916 ‘Taffrail’ Pincher Martin 341: Any silly juggins could have seen that she was innocent!at juggins, n.
1916 ‘Taffrail’ Pincher Martin 337: I gits rated up ten days ago, [...] death vacancy. Poor ole Byles got laid out, yer remember.at lay out, v.
1916 ‘Taffrail’ Pincher Martin 243: All wore ‘monkey-jackets’ – the ordinary eight-buttoned reefer coats.at monkey jacket (n.) under monkey, n.
1916 ‘Taffrail’ Pincher Martin 232: The marine postman [...] was nearly carried off his feet by the rush of men. ‘’Ere, posty!’ shouted some one, ‘got my Dispatch?’.at postie, n.
1916 ‘Taffrail’ Pincher Martin 114: She’s in Skeets the draper’s. [...] Never could stand them shoppies; they give themselves such airs.at shoppie, n.
1916 ‘Taffrail’ Pincher Martin 326: ‘Dont talk so wet,’ Joshua growled. ‘Yer ain’t frightened, are yer?’.at talk wet (v.) under wet, adv.