there was no time to be lost : the boiling white seafoam was tinged pink with sunset , and temeraire flew flat-out to the shore and landed by the tents , calling , `` laurence - laurence , pray come and see - `` laurence looked up from the letter which he was writing - to be carried back to england by the ships , about demane , although privately temeraire thought there was no reason why anyone should wish to be a captain in the corps anymore .