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Death Ship 158: Hey, you bird, [...] leave that plate alone, it’s mine.at bird, n.1
Death Ship 158: Hey, you bird, [...] leave that plate alone, it’s mine. Death Ship 179: These, surely, were words to pep me up when I was so near to go bitch and ditch.at go bitch (v.) under bitch, n.1
Death Ship 251: You carried a little fly-brush on your lower lip; you have shaved it off since then.at brush, n.4
Death Ship 11: Shit the bucket. There are lots of other ships in the world.at bucket, n.
Death Ship 4: I was not mate on this can, not even bos’n. I was just a plain sailor.at can, n.1
Death Ship 85: One does not learn agriculture in Lincoln Avenue in Chic.at Chic, n.
Death Ship 37: Your story is worth in the neighborhood of five grand cold cash.at cold, adj.
Death Ship 169: Comms, you ass. I mean Bolshies. Communists, you bonehead.at com, n.
Death Ship 51: The bos’n was so well drenched that it lasted until Boulogne.at drenched, adj.
Death Ship 248: Only dumb-heads and oxen heave coal.at dumbhead (n.) under dumb, adj.1
Death Ship 333: At the first dim crackling my hearing flap catches, I shall be up and out.at flap, n.1
Death Ship 23: The two flats were armed.at flatfoot, n.
Death Ship 354: Why, for all the funking sons, didn’t you tell me this before, Pippip?at fucking, adj.
Death Ship 353: Funking hell, I don’t know what is the matter with me.at fucking hell!, excl.
Death Ship 49: I am drinking my hard washer, and ask, for another, straight.at hard washer (n.) under hard, adj.
Death Ship 259: They are all talking high-hat at conferences about the progress of culture and civilization.at high-hat, adv.
Death Ship 147: ‘Not true, sir,’ The horse-thief addressed the skipper.at horse thief (n.) under horse, n.
Death Ship 283: He who is not fit to join the union is looked upon as a Hunk even if born on the Emerald or right north of Aberrrdeen [sic].at hunk, n.2
Death Ship 49: Hey, submarine admiral, Nancy of the gobs. Tell us real sailors who won the war.at nancy, n.
Death Ship 319: Let’s go over to that Norske and have a little talk.at Norski, n.
Death Ship 236: A limey, a cockney, or a Pat.at Pat, n.
Death Ship 36: Oh, his story is wonderful! It’s marvelous. It’s peachy.at peachy, adj.
Death Ship 355: ‘What’s the rag’ I asked. ‘You can’t do anything about this heavy sea coming up.’.at rag, n.4
Death Ship 323: They are ready for kidnapping, or for shanghaiing, if you like that expression any better.at shanghai, v.
Death Ship 368: The devil, six grate-bars have dropped. Damn the whole shit.at shit, n.
Death Ship 311: Turn to it, the hell, you stinkbones.at stinkpot, n.
Death Ship 334: He walks rather heavily and quite swanky.at swanky, adj.
Death Ship 14: Leave me in peace and go to your wifie.at wifey, n.
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