human
Who be you, bully, who and what? he demanded, his fingers gripping at the dagger in his girdle whose silver hilt was wrought to the shape of a naked woman.
gpt
Speak, my hearty, discourse, or kiss this Silver Woman o' mine!
human
I am he that cut you down when you were choking your rogue's life out in Adam Penfeather's noose--along of Abnegation Mings yonder--
gpt
Sink me! cried he.
human
It's him, Roger; 'tis Martin sure as saved of us from Penfeather, curse him, on Bartlemy's Island three years agone--it's him, Roger, it's him!
gpt
Bleed me! said Tressady, nodding.
human
But you're i' th' right on't, Abny. You ha' th' right on't, lad. 'Tis Marty, sure enough, Marty as was bonnet to me aboard the _Faithfull Friend_ and since he stood friend to us in regard to Adam Penfeather (with a' curse!) it's us shall stand friends t' him. Here's luck and a fair wind t' ye, Marty!
gpt
Oh, sink me! cried Mings, flourishing a case-bottle under my nose.
human
Burn me, if this aren't pure joy! I know a man as don't forget past benefits and that's Abnegation! Sit down, Martin, and let us eat and, which is better, drink together!
gpt
Why, so we will, Abny, so we will, said Tressady, seating himself within reach of Joanna.
human
Avast, friend! said Resolution, blinking his solitary eye at Tressady.
gpt
The captain o' the Coast Brotherhood is Joanna here--Captain Jo, by the Brotherhood so ordained; 'tis Captain Jo commands here--
human
Say ye so, Resolution, say ye so, lad? quoth Tressady, tapping at chin with glittering hook.
gpt
Now mark me--and keep both hands afore ye--so, my bully--hark'ee now--there's none commands where I am save Roger Tressady! said he, looking round upon us and with a flourish of his hook.
human
Now if so be any man thinks different, let that man speak out!
gpt
And what o' Captain Jo?
human
That! cried Tressady, snapping finger and thumb.
gpt
Captain Jo is not, henceforth--sit still, lad--so! Now lift his barkers, Abny--in his pockets. Still and patient, lad, still and patient!