PANEL 1
JACK: MORNING, CAZ.
CAZ: IT’S GONE NOON, JACK. SOME SAILOR YOU ARE.
JACK: BUGGER ME, IS IT?

PANEL 2
JACK: ANYWAY, I’M SELF-TAUGHT.
CAZ: FUCKING CAPTAIN HORNBLOWER OVER THERE… LISTEN, I’VE GOT A REQUEST.
JACK: NOT HANDCUFFS, RIGHT?

PANEL 3
CAZ: SIRKKA’S BEEN ON THE PHONE, HAS SHE? I WOULD’VE THOUGHT IT WAS A BIT EARLY FOR HER.
CAZ: ANYWAY. I COULD USE SOME ROPE. THE THIN MOUNTAINEER’S STUFF, IDEALLY.
CAZ: ABOUT… TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY METRES OF IT?

PANEL 4
JACK: DUNNO IF I’LL FIND THAT MUCH IN CONTINUOUS ROPE.
CAZ: I CAN CONNECT SOME AND SLEEVE THE JOINS IF NEED BE, I GUESS.
JACK: DUNNO. THAT’S A TOUGH ONE, CAZ. WHAT’S IT FOR?