You're correct, lad. There is a purpose of it. Suitable for our obligations and aligned with our interests.

( Watch, then, as Mr. Briggs gently forfeits his claim to composure and avails himself of the last of his personal discipline, crawling close to set both hands on the pot and start. To. Tug.

This is a game for children and the louts below deck, but by the God that graces them, if he must play, Mr. Briggs will win. )

We shall arm our cannons with this vile abomination.