Jack in a white squall, amongst breakers on the lee shore of St. Catherines / [graphic]

"A sailor stands full-face, legs astride, hands plunged through the bottomless pockets of his jacket; he squints violently, one eye turned on an uproar (left), the other on two termagants (right). His broken pipe, still smoking, lies at his feet. He says: "I am hardup--not a Quid left, or Shot in the Locker--to pay the Fiddler--Mi Eyes--what a Squall, how it whistles trough the Ratlines I must Braill up and Scudd under Bare Poles." A prostitute with a patched face (left) kicks him and is about to bring down a fiddle with broken strings on his head. This she has snatched from a man with a wooden leg and patched eye-socket who lies on the ground at her feet. Another woman (right) yells at him, holding out an enormously long bill on which are such items as 'D°', often repeated, and 'Sundreys', 'Lodgings', 'Grog', 'Fidler'. Behind her an old bawd in the bar points to a chalked-up score, where signs for guineas are marked. On the left a watchman with a lantern enters, springing his rattle, which is inscribed 'St C'."--British Museum online catalogue, description of an earlier state