He was wrecked on the Peruvian coast and became a beachcomber, and then got a berth in a whaler.
The beachcomber meditated a few seconds; then he walked down to the boat.
“Hold hard,” cried the beachcomber, when the bottom was nearly reached.
I'll admit he's not exactly my style, but he's no beachcomber.
Some beachcomber in Honolulu had whispered to you, and you'd written ...