Silence. The storm is increasing. Haggart paces the room in
agitation, striking against the walls. He mutters something
abruptly. Suddenly he seizes the sail and tears it down furiously,
admitting the salty wind. The illumination lamp is extinguished and
the flame in the fireplace tosses about wildly--like Haggart.

"Why did you lock out the wind? It's better now. Come here."

"You were the terror of the seas!" says the sailor.

"Yes, I was the terror of the seas."

"You were the terror of the coasts! Your famous name resounded like
the surf over all the coasts, wherever people live. They saw you in
their dreams. When they thought of the ocean, they thought of you.
When they heard the storm, they heard you, Noni!"

"I burnt their cities. The deck of my ship is shaking under my
feet, Khorre. The deck is shaking under me!"

He laughs wildly, as if losing his senses.

"You sank their ships. You sent to the bottom the Englishman who
was chasing you."

"He had ten guns more than I."

"And you burnt and drowned him. Do you remember, Noni, how the wind
laughed then? The night was as black as this night, but you made day