Them will... strong, is strong'em all. One and all. To the count. The tally.

( Oh, but it's bringing tears to his eyes, or would, if only he had himself the wet to sit beside his eyeballs. A drink would do him fine, to show great feeling to his family.

That's what he's missing, him. Liquor, now that he's struck fresh company. Where there be will, a man will always find a way to occasion his next bottle o'rum. )

Aye, man. We left the dregs o' good families behind us, but it be gold we take back, eh? ( He grins now at the fellow as if they might even be sharing. )