Entry-Eleven
“Mr Burnside,” it is not usual for me to… intercede… with a passenger on the subject of matters that are, more properly, their own private business.”
So spoke our Captain, the splendidly named: John Haringay-East. A man I recognised, after having shared his table for dinner during the early days of our voyage when I felt at least partly convivial, to be of a dutiful if kindly heart. From the few conversations we had managed and the odd confidence we had shared, I sensed a man of like mind and tastes who, though he loved the life upon the wave, found the social side of the responsibilities demanded of him by the shipping-line somewhat onerous. Something your writer – had he shared even slightly the man’s gift for the nautical – would have looked upon with the same sense of dr
