inefficient. I reported you every time. That's why you've seen three mates go over your head and get their ships. If I'd had my way you'd have been disrated or thrown on the beach. But you worked wires ashore, you harpooned me in the back, and you held your berth instead of being kicked out for a better man."
The mate's face was purple as he stammered:
"I haven't said anything against you, sir."
"If you're trying to work up into the wind with Mr. Valentine, you wait until you get ashore," growled the captain. "This is my ship until she docks. You can't say I ever tried to convert you to God. He doesn't want jelly-fish. He wants men."
Driven into a corner, the mate tried to take the aggressive in a burst of defiance:
"I guess that what Mr. Valentine says goes. I'll see that he hears my side of the case before sundown."
Mr. Parlin had gone too far, and he knew it before he had bitten off his empty words. Captain Kendrick jumped to his
