‘It is the rain.’ ‘That’s right, sir,’ said Mowett. ‘Should not you like to step below, to get out of it? Or may I bring you a tarpaulin jacket?’ ‘No. No. No. You are very good. No…’ said Stephen, his attention wandering, and Mowett, having failed in the first part of his mission, went cheerfully on to the second: this was to stop Stephen’s whistling, which made the after-guard and quarter-deckmen – the crew in general – so very nervous and uneasy. ‘May I tell you something nautical, sir – do you hear the guns again?’
Theyre all so cute to maturin
we love u but pls stop whistling
