[He knows that sound. He knows that voice. Crozier had told him of the man's arrival, but to have his physical presence around was too much. He did not know the details of his fate, only that he had met his end. Much as Jopson himself had.

He cleaned his hands with a towel and ducked around to face him properly.] Mr. Goodsir. I had heard you were aboard. Please, sit.

[He had a pot of water boiling for tea, the steward's medicine, and poured the man a cup. He wasn't feeling much like a Lieutenant, third class or otherwise, but the ship didn't need another leader. It needed a steward, especially now.]