You will fire at Mr Easy, Mr Easy will fire at Mr Biggs, and Mr Biggs will fire at you.
It is all arranged, Mr Easthupp." "But," said Mr Easthupp, "I do not understand it.

Why is Mr Biggs to fire at me?
I have no quarrel with Mr Biggs." "Because Mr Easy fires at Mr Biggs, and Mr Biggs must have his shot as well." "If you have ever been in the company of gentlemen, Mr Easthupp," observed Gascoigne, "you must know something about duelling." "Yes, yes, I've kept the best company, Mr Gascoigne, and I can give a gentleman satisfaction; but--" "Then, sir, if that is the case, you must know that your honour is in the hands of your second, and that no gentleman appeals." "Yes, yes, I know that, Mr Gascoigne; but still I've no quarrel with Mr Biggs, and therefore, Mr Biggs, of course you will not aim at me." "Why you don't think that I am going to be fired at for nothing," replied the boatswain; "no, no, I'll have my shot anyhow." "But at your friend, Mr Biggs ?" "All the same, I shall fire at somebody; shot for shot, and hit the luckiest." "Vel, gentlemen, I purtest against these proceedings," replied Mr Easthupp; "I came here to have satisfaction from Mr Easy, and not to be fired at by Mr Biggs." "Don't you have satisfaction when you fire at Mr Easy ?" replied the gunner; "what more would you have ?" "I purtest against Mr Biggs firing at me." "So you would have a shot without receiving one," cried Gascoigne: "the fact is that this fellow's a confounded coward, and ought to be kicked into the cooperage again." At this affront Mr Easthupp rallied, and accepted the pistol offered by the gunner.
"You ear those words, Mr Biggs; pretty language to use to a gentleman.
You shall ear from me, sir, as soon as the ship is paid off.

I purtest no longer, Mr Tallboys; death before dishonour.

I'm a gentleman, damme!" At all events, the swell was not a very courageous gentleman, for he trembled most exceedingly as he pointed his pistol.
The gunner gave the word, as if he were exercising the great guns on board ship.
"Cock your locks!"-- "Take good aim at the object!"-- "Fire!"-- "Stop your vents!" The only one of the combatants who appeared to comply with the latter supplementary order was Mr Easthupp, who clapped his hand to his trousers behind, gave a loud yell, and then dropped down; the bullet having passed clean through his seat of honour, from his having presented his broadside as a target to the boatswain as he faced towards our hero.

Jack's shot had also taken effect, having passed through both the boatswain's cheeks, without further mischief than extracting two of his best upper double teeth, and forcing through the hole of the further cheek the boatswain's own quid of tobacco.