“Why, shiver my timbers, sir, I supposed she’d already seen you. It’s hardly my place to stop the passengers.”
“Hmm. I see.”
“Did you miss her, sir?”
“We did, but somebody else didn’t. They got her dead center.”
The Admiral blinked, and seemed to examine the remark for some time. A puzzled frown formed on his round face.
“Blow me down, sir, but your message isn’t clear.”
“She’s dead.”
The Admiral’s jaw dropped.
“No! Why, she was smiling pretty as pretty when she passed me, sir. Give me a dollar, too. If I’d known she was going to scuttle herself, I’d have made her heave to.”
Simon gave him a long speculative stare.