16 The Wine-Dark Sea - Libro della tutto

Patrick O'Brian The Wine-Dark Sea
mess by yourself, but I dare say the gunroom
will invite you quite often; and of course you
may have the liberty of the quarterdeck.'
Dutourd made no acknowledgement of this
offer. His head drooped, and the next roll
pitched him right out of his seat, head first.
Jack picked him up, laid him on the cushioned
stern lock and called for Killick.
'What are you a-thinking of, sir?' cried his
steward. 'Don't you see he is bleeding like a
pig from under his bandage?' Killick whipped
into the quarter-gallery for a towel and thrust it
under Dutourd's head. 'Now I must take all
them covers off and soak them this directly
minute in cold fresh water and there ain't no
cold fresh water, which the scuttle-butt is
empty till Chips comes back and shifts the
hand-pump.'
'Never you mind the bloody covers,' said