A fain fair fowl she be, and crossed, like any woman, a Fury in her vengeance. The 'Tross be a true deckhand's best hope o' land, and she see her treatment fittin', yet there are them as feel 'tis but a matter of time an' she's - contrary. 'Appen what may, a nautical cove keeps a weather-eye out for the 'tross regardless, and looks to stay of her leeward side, tides permittin'.