CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. At sea nothing happens to the sea. Nothing happens to the sky. The sun comes up from the east and goes down to the west. The moon grows from a sickle to an arc lamp, and comes later and later until she is lost in the light as other things are lost in the darkness. After the typhoon, the flying-fish glitter in the sunshine like birds. It's amazing how they get along, all things considered. Nothing happens, except something not worth mentioning. ELLIE. What is that, O Captain, O my captain? CAPTAIN SHOTOVER [savagely]. Nothing but the smash of the drunken skipper's ship on the rocks, the splintering of her rotten timbers, the tearing of her rusty plates, the drowning of the crew like rats in a trap. ELLIE. Moral: don't take rum. CAPTAIN SHOTOVER [vehemently]. That is a lie, child. Let a man drink ten barrels of rum a day, he is not a drunken skipper until he is a drifting skipper. Whilst he can lay his course and stand on his bridge and steer it, he is no drunkard. It is the man who lies drinking in his bunk and trusts to Providence that I call the drunken skipper, though he drank nothing but the waters of the River Jordan. ELLIE. Splendid! And you haven't had a drop for an hour. You see you don't need it: your own spirit is not dead. CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. Echoes: nothing but echoes. The last shot was fired years ago. HECTOR. And this ship that we are all in? This soul's prison we call England? CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. The captain is in his bunk, drinking bottled ditch-water; and the crew is gambling in the forecastle. She will strike and sink and split. Do you think the laws of God will be suspended in favor of England because you were born in it? HECTOR. Well, I don't mean to be drowned like a rat in a trap. I still have the will to live. What am I to do? CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. Do? Nothing simpler. Learn your business as an Englishman. HECTOR. And what may my business as an Englishman be, pray? CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. Navigation. Learn it and live; or leave it and be damned. ELLIE. Quiet, quiet: you'll tire yourself. MAZZINI. I thought all that once, Captain; but I assure you nothing will happen. A dull distant explosion is heard. HECTOR [starting up]. What was that? CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. Something happening [he blows his whistle]. Breakers ahead! The light goes out. HECTOR [furiously]. Who put that light out? Who dared put that light out? NURSE GUINNESS [running in from the house to the middle of the esplanade]. I did, sir. The police have telephoned to say we'll be summoned if we don't put that light out: it can be seen for miles. HECTOR. It shall be seen for a hundred miles [he dashes into the house]. NURSE GUINNESS. The Rectory is nothing but a heap of bricks, they say. Unless we can give the Rector a bed he has nowhere to lay his head this night. CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. The Church is on the rocks, breaking up. I told him it would unless it headed for God's open sea. NURSE GUINNESS. And you are all to go down to the cellars.