His expression changed and seemed angry, embarrassed. He said almost sharply, ‘I have a favour to ask. I’ve taken enough of your time and the ship’s as it is.’

Bolitho saw Dancer gripping a fold of his coat, another habit he had come to recognise, and sometimes understand. It happened when he was surprised, or moved, by something he had not anticipated.

Captain Beves Conway, experienced post captain, who had seen action and served in most waters where the ensign commanded respect, had a favour to ask?

Beyond these massive timbers, the other world continued to function unimpaired. The trill of a boatswain’s call and a shouted command, too muffled to distinguish. The squeal of tackles as another load of stores or equipment was hoisted aboard. A ship preparing for sea. It was what Conway cared about most. Perhaps all he cared about.

He said, ‘You will be leaving Gorgon shortly on a brief passage duty.’ There was a suggestion of a smile. ‘Not like your daring adventure with the revenue service, Bolitho. I believe your own brother was in command on that occasion. A family affair, it would seem.’ The smile was gone. ‘But it will stand you in good stead when you are finally commissioned. Mr. Verling will give you the details.’

It was like a fist striking out of nowhere.

Conway was leaving the ship. Giving up command. And it was all he had.

‘A new midshipman is joining tomorrow forenoon. His name is Andrew Sewell, and he is fifteen years old.’ He glanced from one to the other, suddenly relaxed, as if some weight had been lifted from him. ‘A mere boy compared with you seasoned mariners. He has everything to learn, and it was his father’s dearest wish that he should follow his family’s tradition and become a sea officer. His father was a great friend of mine, perhaps my best, but, alas, now dead… Just offer him a hand when it is needed. Will you do that?’ Like a challenge. ‘For me?’