( ...look here, look at young fool, how he parades the absolute obscenity of his wanting virtues. How he chooses to associate with evil.

It cannot stand, how this lad seems intent to mishear Mr. Briggs and go about his wretched business with serenity. Better he learn a finer trade and purpose now, than keep loitering in his folly. )

Quite right. They do want a god. Downstairs. In the brig. ( But perhaps he is unclear: ) Off you go. It'll sort you. Cool your thoughts a little. Recover your senses.

( This is all, after all, for the boy's own good. )