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    Was told that he had served his wartime in some Germany ss battalion. However, the truth never revealed his past, so the assertion was letting on the level of a "scuttle bite".

Toby was tall, thin and dry of man; you could immediately find him been hard as a leather nail, and what about his age - it was hard to say anything of it.

He kept his post on board the steamship Petaja as the chief mate, and what was undoubtedly true; he had in his youth served on board the square-rigged barque 'Oliverbanck' as a/b.

He didn't like English, and at any time he called them "limey juicers".

Toby was a pretty strained officer, and he has his usual way to stare right into deck boys' eyes and at the ordinary sailor. as though he was going to give a warning: "Do I kill you now, or kill I you later?"

One night it was before I was going to start my Nightwatch at seven o'clock in the evening. I was sitting in the cabin with the fellow sailors. There was some drinking in progress and some other sailors present.

Toby came down in the sailors quarter and told me that he had taken down the national flag because it rained outside - and ordered me to set the flag up the next morning.

An a/b who has taken a 'dutch courage' and now greeted the chief mate by asking the chief mate to hover his arm and up show up the blood group , which is said to be the SS soldiers' identification.

The answer came with a fury. The chief officer hit the sailor using the wet flag as a whip around the seaman's head, and the dogfighting began, and the little cabin was full of waving hands and kicking legs. The officer cap was struct off from his head, and I picked it up from the floor, did not know where to set it, I put it on my head.

There was also the other mate; he hailed from a coastal village where the coastal population had its sheep tradition.

The other Fella wore sheepskin and rube-gloss, and for that, and by his fashion to speak and act, he was called, ' sheepskin'. Sheepskin comes, and the sheepskin go.

If Toby was a Wulf, the other officer was a sheep. He was humble, old and small; he didn't dare wear the officers hood, the company's cocked fastened to the lid. Sometimes, he had got some 'Dutch courage ' enough to put the office cap on his head. He was immediately a changed person. He could come down into the mess-room and demand being taken as an officer and called, sir.

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