The rest of my days I'm going to spend on the sea. And when I die$$$ I'm going to die on the sea. You know what I shall die of? I shall die of eating an unwashed grape. One day out on the ocean I will die--with my hand in the hand of some nice looking ship's doctor$$$ a very young one with a small blond moustache and a big silver watch. "Poor lady$$$" they'll say$$$ "The quinine did her no good. That unwashed grape has transported her soul to heaven.