ah , well ... and so ex-captain flaco jimenez slung his hammock that night out on the deck with the rest of my crew , and i kept my solitary vigil in my own bed , knees pulled up to chin , saying prayers for all my mates , whether they be royal navy , faber shipping , charming pirates , or ladies of the lawson peabody ... and a special goodnight , love , to one james emerson fletcher , ah , yes ... and you 'd better be good in kingston , jaimy !