"We'll have one, if you'll let me bang loose a few teeth," said Tjorr. "I know this breed. Yellow dogs! They'll lick your feet or pull out your throat, but naught in between."
"It is not my pleasure to fight our own men," said Eodan coldly.
"But—but—Well, so be it, my chief."
Eodan turned back to the others. "I agree thus far. You may have the vessel after I have disembarked at my goal. Meanwhile, I advise you to learn better seamanship!"
"But, Master Captain," said Quintus, "we know you and the honored mate are the best fighters aboard. We want you to lead us."
Eodan shook his head.
"Well—will you lead us against any ships we may happen to find before you depart?"
Eodan shrugged. "As you like, provided I think it is safe."
"Oh, indeed, Master, indeed!" The boy spun around to face the men, raising his arms. "Give thanks to the captain!"
"Hoy!" cried Demetrios in dismay. "What about me?"