Says'im, says Quicksilver, it be against... the dead.

( But Mr. Eames, the good Lord have and keep him, he don't be sounding all too certain, as if he has been tempted into the natural hesitations that peel a man from invisible things.

Ain't be him to tell Quicksilver he's got it all wrong, 'course, only... he does. It be plain, apparent. )

Don't see one walking the plank, me, don't see'em bruising their knees, scrubbin' the deck. Maybe is Quicksilver's discipline that keep's em nice, silent and tame.