Dujek gestured to Jack. ‘The lad here has a far better head than most for runnin’ things, so has pretty much been doin’ all the work without the rank. So, I request he formally has command.’ Cartheron studied the young officer, who in fact was no younger than many of them – he just had kept his youthful looks for longer. He was even trying to grow a beard, perhaps to compensate. He nodded. ‘I’ll draw the papers up tomorrow. Congratulations, Jack. You’re now command rank.’
