“Smee, you are a supreme idjit.""Aye, Cap'n.”
“Smee you, idjit!”
“Some day,' said Smee, 'the clock will run down, and then he'll get you.'Hook wetted his dry lips, 'Aye,' he said, 'that's the fear that haunts me.”
“Smee! Raise the Ladies!”
“I see', said Smee, still not seeing.”
“You're either my ship's cook-and then you were treated handsome-or Cap'n Silver, a common mutineer and pirate, and then you can go hang!”