Haggart says:
“Drop this performance, Khorre. There is no crew here. You’d better drink something.”
He drinks.
“But the crew is waiting for you, you know it. Captain, is it your intention to return to the ship and assume command again?”
“No.”
“Captain, is it perhaps your intention to go to the people on the coast and live with them?”
“No.”
“I can’t understand your actions, Noni. What do you intend to do, Captain?”
Haggart drinks silently.
“Not all at once, Noni, not at once. Captain, do you intend to stay in this hole and wait until the police dogs come from the city? Then they will hang us, and not upon a mast, but simply on one of their foolish trees.”