sea dog

The old seadog was stretched out in his berth, a look of pain and utter despair in his eyes.

Her brow tightened, and the determination of the old seadog—her grandfather Barkeley—played over her countenance.

Nay, the Seadog of Cowes is no man to be the prey of womanish tremors; he goes gaily like a true Mariner to confront the elements.

A basket with a turbot is in the stern-sheets; that turbot will form part of the Seadog's humble evening meal.

Twenty strokes more—the peril is past; and the Seadog bounds on to the deck of his stout vessel.