"Aye, the Relentless is in Havana, I know it. They've no where else t' go."
Pointin' t' the harbor at Havana, "No one will be lookin' fer the Rakehell, fer no one there knows I'm aboard her." I laughed, "T' the crew o' the Relentless I died, an fer now, that suits me purpose."
"I know wot yer thinkin', Spoons will be lookin' over his shoulder wonderin' if yer followin' him." I paused, "Trust me, his hands are tied in Havana; so are yers. We will deal wit' him later, away from Havana."