Him | Ugh, this heat by the fire makes a body thirsty. | |
Him | Say, have you got some grog for me? | |
Me | No, I haven't got any. | |
Him | Rats, I guess I'll die of thirst then. | |
Me | Here, take a sip. | |
Him | Thanks, man! | |
Me | What's up? | |
Him | I have to take care of this gluttonous crew here. | |
Him | That's why I'm standing here day and night, slaving over a hot frying pan. | |
Him | I'd much rather be combing the beach and the shallows for washed-up flotsam. | |
Him | Last week, a fat merchant vessel hit a reef right off the coast. | |
Him | And all that good stuff is washing up on the beach now. | |
Him | I really hope somebody's going to take over my duties soon. | |
Me | What can you tell me about Francis? | |
Him | Francis? He's acting up like he's our captain. But just wait until Greg comes back. | |
Him | Then he'll crawl back under his rock and shrivel like a worm. | |
Him | He's pulling a fast one on everybody, if you ask me. I bet he's lining his own pockets. | |
Him | I didn't tell you this. And as long as there is no proof, you had better not repeat this to anybody. | |
Me | Anything else? | |
Him | If I were Greg, I'd send Francis to the swamp. | |
Him | Now that Greg is back, the bandits are bound to think twice before they attack us. | |
Him | There's more work now that Greg is back, but at least we get paid for it properly. | |
Him | Francis is a total loser. Everything's been going to shambles here since he's been the camp leader. | |
Him | Let those bandits go ahead and attack. They'll never know what hit them. | |
Him | Just as long as Greg comes back soon. I want to go back out, to the open sea. | |
Me | You're supposed to help me. | |
Me | Orders from Greg. | |
Me | Come with me. | |
Me | I no longer need you. | |