When I went to sea as cabin-boy on the "Mary R." of Gloucester, the men on the trawler tried to "lick me into shape," as they called it.
"Swirling Waters"
Max Rittenberg
It was not until ten o'clock that a trawler came within distance of seeing them, but apparently their signals of distress were not noticed, for the fishing vessel passed on to its work and disappeared over the horizon.
"Swirling Waters"
Max Rittenberg
And the trawler can't touch 'em, 'cause there's a rock here and there as would stop their net.
"Menhardoc"
George Manville Fenn