Peace to thee, maiden. I go to my ships.
Mar. Forgive me! I'll be gone.
[Re-enter Gersa]
Hub. What! Not aboard?
Ger. Your pardon, sir. We have confirmed reports
The French outnumber us by triple count.
Eighty large ships, the double of our own,
Besides two score of galleons and small vessels
That in themselves would match us. And 'tis sure
Le Moine, the pirate, leads the fleet.