The last man crossed the deck: the clinking ship's company was dismissed, and Jack said to the signal-midshipman, 'To Dryad: Captain repair aboard at once.' He then turned to Rowan and said, 'You may part company as soon as I hear from Captain Babbington whether the transports are in Cephalonia or not; then you will not lose a moment of this beautiful leading breeze. Here he is. Captain Babbington, good day to you. Are the transports in Cephalonia? Is all well?' 'Yes, sir.' 'Mr Rowan, report to the Commander-in-Chief, with my duty, that the transports are in Cephalonia, and that all is well. You need not mention the fact that you saw one of the squadron crammed with women from head to stern; you need not report this open and I may say shameless violation of the Articles of War, for that disagreeable task falls to your superiors; nor need you make any observations about floating brothels or the relaxation of discipline in the warmer eastern waters, for these observations will naturally occur to the Commander-in-Chief without your help. Now pray go aboard our prize and proceed to Malta without the loss of a minute: not all of us can spare the time to dally with the sex.' 'Oh sir,' cried Babbington, as Rowan darted over the side, 'I really must be allowed to protest – to deny – ' 'You will not deny that they are women, surely? I can tell the difference between Adam and Eve as quick as the next man, even if you cannot; just as I can tell the difference between an active zealous officer and a lubber that lies in port indulging his whims. It is of no use trying to impose upon me.' 'No, sir. But these are all respectable women.' 'Then why are they leering over the side like that, and making gestures?' 'It is only their way, sir. They are all Lesbians – ' 'And no doubt they are all parsons' daughters, your cousins in the third degree, like that wench in Ceylon.' '– and Lesbians always join their hands like that, to show respect.' 'You are becoming an authority on the motions of Greek women, it appears.' 'Oh sir,' cried Babbington, his voice growing shriller still. 'I know you do not like women aboard – ' 'I believe I have had occasion to mention it to you some fifty or sixty times in the last ten years.' 'But if you will allow me to explain – ' 'It would be interesting to hear how the presence of thirty-seven, no, thirty-eight young women in one of His Majesty's sloops can be explained; but since I like some decency to be preserved on my quarterdeck, perhaps the explanation had better take place in the cabin.' And in the cabin he said, 'Upon my word, William, this is coming it pretty high. Thirty-eight wenches at a time is coming it pretty high.
( Patrick O'Brian )
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