...The blood of roses, splashed with the blood of angels, and of demons.

and there the stories
Of martyrs awed, as Spagnoletto tainted
His brush with all the blood of all the sainted.

Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold
And the mate of the Nancy brig,
And a bo'sun tight and a midshipmite
And the crew of the captain's gig.

There was pride in the shirt. There was sweat in the shirt. There was blood in the shirt.

It caused quite a stir when the Captain arrived To ‘find out the cause of the trouble’ And every man there, all excepting Old Sam, Was full of excitement and bubble.

Blood was its Avatar and its seal.

'E's a sort of a bloomin' cosmopolouse—soldier an' sailor too.

Christ … made the blood of the specialists and leading spirits, the representatives of the people boil with his battle-cry: "I", "I", "I"! and provoked the enraged counterblast: We, We, We!

The Captain's fore-arm like buncht-up rope,
With Anita wrigglin' free onto skull n' dagger,
And a portrait of Christ, nailed to an anchor,
Etched into the upper...

A lobster spilled some soup on Cap'n Bill's bald head and made him yell for a minute, because it was hot and he had not expected it,

"I'll have you know I do the swearing on this ship. If I need your assitance I'll call you." Capt. Wolf Larsen

Oh captain my captain

he can make every word he speaks draw blood,

Apostasy fired her blood as love had done.