Jack relaxed slightly; his gamble had paid off. No seaman wants to think of being tossed in the brig. He patted Kennedy on the shoulder, lightly.
"Right. No brig. Kennedy, listen: it's me an' my bollocksed arm, you and your...strange...sleeping...thing, and Bones. Bones with his normal self. We're all buggered with those soldiers sailin' in, savvy? Unless you stay awake." He tugged at the other man's clothing, trying to get him to sit up.
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"Right. No brig. Kennedy, listen: it's me an' my bollocksed arm, you and your...strange...sleeping...thing, and Bones. Bones with his normal self. We're all buggered with those soldiers sailin' in, savvy? Unless you stay awake." He tugged at the other man's clothing, trying to get him to sit up.