"Aye, 'tis a ship," I said.
"Ja," nodded Peter. "It is Flint."
Moira shivered.
"Troth, and who would it be else?" she demanded. "There'll be no friends of us come a-calling, I'm thinking."
"It might be a King's ship—" I began.
"No, then," she denied, "if this island is gone all these years without the King's ships finding track of it, 'tis not like they will come upon it sudden in this moment."
"'Tis a ship indeed," I agreed unwillingly. "Aye, a full-rigged ship."
"Ja, a ship like Flint's," said Peter.
We were silent for an instant, the three of us, dazed by the suddenness with which our whole outlook on the future had been changed by this unexpected loom of tops'ls leagues away.
"He must have weathered the storm," I said foolishly.