Captain?"

Haggart drinks silently.

"Not all at once, Noni, not at once. Captain, do you intend to stay
in this hole and wait until the police dogs come from the city? Then
they will hang us, and not upon a mast, but simply on one of their
foolish trees."

"Yes. The wind is getting stronger. Do you hear, Khorre? The wind
is getting stronger!"

"And the gold which we have buried here?" He points below, with his
finger.

"The gold? Take it and go with it wherever you like."

The sailor says angrily:

"You are a bad man, Noni. You have only set foot on earth a little
while ago, and you already have the thoughts of a traitor. That's
what the earth is doing!"

"Be silent, Khorre. I am listening. Our sailors are singing. Do
you hear? No, that's the wine rushing to my head. I'll be drunk
soon. Give me another bottle."

"Perhaps you will go to the priest? He would absolve your sins."

"Silence!" roars Haggart, clutching at his revolver.