I felt a strange calm standin' on the deck, wit' out the burden o' command. Me fate an future was wit' this lot, an there's wit' me. Several o' the crew were now on deck in ladies fashions. I smirked, an thought wot a strange lot we appeared t' be.
The shore party descended into the jolly boat t' rescue Roberts; I hoped we would soon be on our way t' Havana, wit' Roberts aboard.