Time for Jopson to shoot the captain a look - have one of those little events every other afternoon and he might well throw himself overboard. Or become a steward for hire at their next port. He sips his tea, comes out on the other end of it smiling sweetly.

"Of course, sir, if I am to be nothing else, a good example is certainly the first on the list. It seemed that most of the men enjoyed themselves."

Another indulgent drink of his tea, pleased the deeper he gets into the cup as the sugar and honey that did not dissolve has drifted to the bottom. Crozier speaks of food and he blinks, a little thoughtful at first.

"No, sir, but I usually eat dinner after both you and the men have eaten. It's quieter - and I admit sometimes I take my meal to my berth."

To write down tasks and make lists, sometimes to read, but it's almost always working. "I'm quite alright, Captain. Dessert first tonight, is all," a little sheepish gesture to the cup.