“Wha’?” he grunted, head snapping up.
“We’re going,” I said again. “Wait here. If we’re not back by night, go your own way and don’t worry about us.”
“I won’t wait that long,” he sniffed. “I’ll be gone by midday, with ’r without ye.”
“Suit yourself,” I sighed, “but you’d be less visible in the dark. It would be safer.”
Spits’s features softened. “Ye’re mad,” he said, “but ye’ve more guts than any pirate I ever sailed with. I’ll wait till sunset and keep the poteen ready—ye might be glad of it if ye survive.”
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