"It seems to be gone and that's the truth, and yet I could have sworn--what? Martinique? Why, if my reckoning is right, her present course maintained will bear her a very far way to the east of Martinique." "Nothing before us then but the South Atlantic." "The Line, the South Atlantic, and the Horn. No more waiting. No more of this petty cruising about. No more--piracy. Do you hear me?" "Less than a year ago I might have jumped at the sound of that." "Not now?" "You're not speaking to a boy now, Mr. Shawn." "'Deed so, friend? When did that happen?" "Who can ever say? It happened.... Mr. Shawn, I've asked you a dozen times, and have been refused, and now I say again: I wish to go in that cabin and speak with Captain Jenks." "And I'll be telling you for maybe the hundredth time, Ben, he is not captain of this or any other vessel.... Ben, with all the charity I've seen in you, can you not hear a man acknowledge his error? I said, no more piracy. I have done wrong, almost betraying my purpose. I say now--and this is like something you once said to me yourself--henceforth I will not lift my hand against any man except to defend my life and my purpose. Jenks?--why, I think he can be released, and you too if it must be so. I shall be forced to put in at some Brazilian port for water and provisions, and there, I think--well, we shall see. Can I say more?" "Yes, you could, Mr. Shawn, because I'm asking you again: Why do you hold him at all? Mills says you question him continually, and he answers nothing." "That's true." Shawn gazed steadily northward, at the open sea. "Answers nothing, and will any man hold such a silence with nothing to hide?" "_Hide_, Mr. Shawn? Captain Jenks, hide?" "Must I say again, he is not captain now?... Ben, did you know I spent more than a year in that sorry city of Boston?" "No, how should I?"