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Panel 1 [Ezra is laying in the top bunk of the cabin he used to share with Charles, scrimshawing a whale tooth]

Panel 2 [Mathews angrily steps in carrying his sea chest, muttering to himself, Ezra glancing up.]

MATHEWS:
Evictin’ me from the goddamn berth now. S’been my berth for years…

EZRA:
Evenin’ Mr. Mathews

Panel 3 [Ezra sets the tooth aside, swinging his legs off the bunk as he makes move to leave. Mathews is setting down his chest in the foreground, scowling]

MATHEWS:
It’s sir.

Panel 4 [Ezra looks to Mathews as he passes him, unruffled by the man’s mood]

EZRA:
I’ll let you work through this in private. Don’t touch any of my things, sir.