[ He waves off Charles' apology with an impatient fling of his hand. Time is little more than a formality, a holdover of the civilized world, after three years under the tyranny of the Arctic's rhythm. ]
Good. [ His attention drop to his man behind Charles. ] Jopson, whatever he needs.
[ That's his one and only command for the both of them. Get on with it. ]
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Good. [ His attention drop to his man behind Charles. ] Jopson, whatever he needs.
[ That's his one and only command for the both of them. Get on with it. ]