“Where is the captain?”
“Here. Halt, the captain is here!”
“It’s all done. They can be crammed into a basket like herrings.”
“Our boatswain is a brave fellow! A jolly man.”
Khorre, intoxicated and jolly, shouts:
“Not so loud, devils! Don’t you see that the captain is here? They scream like seagulls over a dead dolphin.”
Mariet steps aside a little distance, where little Noni is sleeping.
KHORRE—Here we are, Captain. No losses, Captain. And how we laughed, Noni.
HAGGART—You got drunk rather early. Come to the point.
KHORRE—Very well. The thing is done, Captain. We’ve picked up all our money—not worse than the imperial tax collectors. I could not tell which was ours, so I picked up all the money. But if they have buried some of the gold, forgive us, Captain—we are not peasants to plough the ground.