In times of stress Jack Aubrey had two main reactions: he either became aggressive or he became amorous; he longed either for the violent catharsis of action or for that of making love. He loved a battle: he loved a wench.
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‘Let us say ten minutes to run from the cove to the tower, and . . . ‘
‘Allow twenty, if you please,’ said Stephen. ‘You portly men of a sanguine complexion often die suddenly, from unconsidered exertion in the heat. Apoplexy — congestion.’
‘I wish, I wish you would not say things like that, Doctor,’ said Jack, in a low tone: they all looked at Stephen with some reproach and Jack added, ‘Besides, I am not portly.’
‘The captain has an uncommon genteel figgar,’ said Mr Marshall.
Master and Commander – Patrick O’Brian
‘Sir, sir,’ piped Babbington into Jack’s ear.
‘Hush, sweetheart,’ murmured his captain, whose dreaming mind was occupied with quite another sex. ‘Eh?’
Master and Commander – Patrick O’Brian
The Love Pirate 