Blueneck looked even more puzzled.
“Ay, and if it be so, what then?” he said.
Pet smiled again.
“Your captain carries much rum,” she observed.
Blueneck nodded and pulled on his boots.
“This Ann Farran hath but one kinsman in the world save her bastard half-brother,” Pet went on crooningly.
Blueneck stood up and began to see what she was leading up to.
“There would be none to look for the wench, or hark to the wench if one were quieted,” she went on suggestively.
“And that one loves rum!” observed Blueneck.
Pet smiled again.