"What do you wish us to do with you?" he said at length.
"I'm not anxious."
"Then you don't mind walking the plank?"
"It won't matter much. I must die some time, and I've not much to live for."
The captain's eyes sparkled.
"What do you think of us?" he said at length.
I looked at our crew, who were evidently to be sent away to die. I thought of our officers who had only a few minutes before been condemned to death, and I said savagely:
"I think you are bloodthirsty villains—demons out of hell."
He laughed a mirthless, cruel laugh, while the crew demanded my death.
"What would you do if you had us in your power?"