And still cursing your ridiculous name with every breath. I had you, Snotty. If it hadn't been for Pellew, I would have driven that knife right between your shoulder blades. When I'm not cursing your name, I'm cursing his and wondering why he bothered risking his life and reputation for you. Yes, I could see you had Pellew wrapped around your little finger, and it infuriated me that he took your side over mine.
Midshipmen are as common as wharf rats.
I simply do not understand it. Clayton, for example. Thought that might count against him, but maybe not, he was always such a noble, self-sacrificing clot. I haven't a guess. He probably thought he was doing you a favor, probably thought he had a better chance at getting me than you did.