We are... men of the sea. ( Pirates, pillagers, criminals, scavengers. ) Sailors.
( ...still pirates, now with a tenuous smile, while Caladan Kreil removes the bowl, making a production of his slow, measured scrutiny of the serving spoons and utensils at his disposal.
Oh, look here. An instrument that may have been cleansed within the past week. )
At sea, we have a different law. We don't look to the land for its reason. Whatever you have done, my little friend. Whatever Quicksilver Sam has done. You're both alive and in health. ( Here, a private chuckle. But are they? ) And who could fault you?
no subject
( ...still pirates, now with a tenuous smile, while Caladan Kreil removes the bowl, making a production of his slow, measured scrutiny of the serving spoons and utensils at his disposal.
Oh, look here. An instrument that may have been cleansed within the past week. )
At sea, we have a different law. We don't look to the land for its reason. Whatever you have done, my little friend. Whatever Quicksilver Sam has done. You're both alive and in health. ( Here, a private chuckle. But are they? ) And who could fault you?