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Compasses point north because I owe money in the south. At least, mine does. It swung away from Spain with great care and saved me many awkward talks. An honest one would have led me straight to an innkeeper in Seville, and he has a long memory and a longer stick.

Pickles kept me alive for a month on a lonely island off Goa. I had only one, but it was the size of a rowboat. I ate the inside and sailed away in the rest. The sea got in, and I arrived in port both wet and slightly sour.

Pistols need no powder if you load them with insults. I proved this in a duel at Dresden. I aimed and then I called him a turnip. He fell to the grass in a dead faint. His seconds took it up with me, but I had a spare insult for each.

Whales snore, as any sailor knows, but one in the North Sea kept our whole ship awake. I rowed out at midnight and tied a ribbon around its nose. The snoring became a soft, sweet whistle. Sailors now steer by that tune, and the whale sends me herring each Christmas.

Nobody could shoe my black stallion, for his feet moved too fast. I ran behind him with a.