It wasn't the Relentless, but it still felt good t' be 'board ship. I stood at the main deck railin' an stared at the beach I had just been rescued from, an soon would return to bring back Roberts. I glanced up at Ransom, who was conferring wit' Africa. Aye, this was her ship. Despite any feelings we had fer each other, there'd be no comin' or goin' wit' out her say.
Red Cat would be back on deck soon and would try t' swim t' shore again, if we didn't make a rescue attempt, soon. I doubted we could sneak in an grab Roberts un-noticed; would he be ready t' be rescued? Wouldn't want t' fight him an the TRIBE, if he wasn't willin' t' leave.