They can be crammed into a basket like herrings." "Our boatswain is a brave fellow! A jolly man." Khorre, intoxicated and jolly, shouts: "Not so loud, devils! Don't you see that the captain is here?
They scream like seagulls over a dead dolphin." Mariet steps aside a little distance, where little Noni is sleeping.
KHORRE--Here we are, Captain.

No losses, Captain.

And how we laughed, Noni.
HAGGART--You got drunk rather early.

Come to the point.
KHORRE--Very well.

The thing is done, Captain.