‘And you, Mr Ricketts, have you written to your parents recently?’ with an audible ‘No, sir’ that scarcely quavered at all. ‘Then you will do the same: two pages, wrote small, and no demands for new quadrants, laced hats or hangers,’ said Jack; and something told the midshipman that this was no time to expostulate, to point out that his loving parent, his only parent, was in daily, even hourly communication with him.
Lol jacks odd way coping w stress waiting for maturin to get back on boat
