Purser, ought to be on a Chinese junk.

Second, third, fourth officers, first-rate chaps, but so-so sailors.

Doctor, frivolling with a lovely filly, pedigree not known.
Why, confound it! nobody takes this business seriously except the captain, and he sits on a golden throne.

He doesn't know that in any real danger this swagger craft would be filled with foolishness.
There isn't more than one good boat's crew on board--sailors, lascars, stewards, and all.

As for the officers, if the surgeon would leave the lovely ladies to themselves, he'd find cases worth treating, and duties worth doing.