Jack took his hat off his head in return, and his foot off the rope.

The master touched his hat, and reported twelve o'clock to the first lieutenant--the first lieutenant touched his hat, and reported twelve o'clock to the captain--the captain touched his hat, and told the first lieutenant to make it so.

The officer of the watch touched his hat, and asked the captain whether they should pipe to dinner--the captain touched his hat, and said--"If you please." The midshipman received his orders, and touched his hat, which he gave to the head boatswain's mate, who touched his hat, and then the calls whistled cheerily.
"Well," thought Jack, "politeness seems to be the order of the day, and everyone has an equal respect for the other." Jack stayed on deck; he peeped through the ports, which were open, and looked down into the deep blue wave; he cast his eyes aloft, and watched the tall spars sweeping and tracing with their points, as it were, a small portion of the clear sky, as they acted in obedience to the motion of the vessel; he looked forward at the range of carronades which lined the sides of the deck, and then he proceeded to climb one of the carronades, and lean over the hammocks to gaze on the distant land.
"Young gentleman, get off those hammocks," cried the master, who was officer of the watch, in a surly tone.
Jack looked round.

"Do you hear me, sir?
I'm speaking to you," said the master again.

Jack felt very indignant, and he thought that politeness was not quite so general as he supposed.
It happened that Captain Wilson was upon deck.