"Aye."
"We may be having some company before we weigh anchor. Remember that Yoruba we caught on board a few nights back?"
"Aye, I recollect the heathen well enough. I've not seen him since, thank God, though some of the lads claim there was one up at Oistins this mornin' who sounded a lot like him."
"Same man. I've a mind to take him with us, and maybe another one. But don't say anything to the boys. Just let him on board if he shows up."
"You're the captain. But I'd sooner have a viper between decks as that godless savage. They're sayin' he and a bunch of his kind gutted a good dozen Englishmen this mornin' like they was no better'n so many Spaniards."
"Well, that's done and past. Just see he gets on board and the boys keep quiet about it."
"They'll not be likin' it, by my life."
"That's an order."
"Aye." Mewes turned with a shrug, whistled for some of the seamen, then headed through the rain, down the shore toward the beached hulk of the Zeelander.
"She's here darlin'." Joan met him at the door. "In back, with the girls."