So pour, oh, pour the pirate sherry, etc.
[Frederic rises and comes forward with Pirate King.
King. Yes, Frederic, from to-day you rank as a full-blown member of our band.
All. Hurrah!
Fred. My friends, I thank you all, from my heart, for your kindly wishes. Would that I could repay them as they deserve!
King. What do you mean?
Fred. To-day I am out of my indentures, and to-day I leave you for ever.
King. But this is quite unaccountable; a keener hand at scuttling a Cunarder or cutting out a White Star never shipped a handspike.
Fred. Yes, I have done my best for you. And why? It was my duty under my indentures, and I am the slave of duty. As a child I was regularly apprenticed to your band. It was through an error—no matter, the mistake was ours, not yours, and I was in honour bound by it.
Sam. An error? What error?