Jack was already mother-naked when he heard the cry and saw the splash. He slipped from the gunwale into the clear water, made out the vague form at a surprising depth, dived, fished it up, swam to the ship, now a hundred yards away, roared for a line, passed the inanimate Herapath up the side, and followed himself. 'Mr Pullings,'he cried, very angry. 'Put an end to this infernal hallooing instantly. Always the same God-damned foolery, every time a man goes overboard. Damn you all for a mob of mad lunatics. Get along forward. Silence fore and aft.
Jack, who was completely undressed, reacted swiftly when he heard a desperate cry and noticed a splash in the water. Without hesitation, he dove in, spotted the vague shape of Herapath at a surprising depth, and swam to retrieve him. Despite the distance from the ship, he managed to get back, shouting for a line to help bring both himself and Herapath aboard safely.
Upon returning to the ship, Jack expressed his frustration with the crew's chaotic reaction whenever someone fell overboard. He angrily commanded them to stop the noise and chaos, emphasizing that this kind of behavior was foolish and unacceptable. His fury highlighted the recurring madness that followed such incidents at sea, as he demanded a return to order and silence on the vessel.
