Take me on your ship, Haggart.

I know, you will say: 'We have no women on the ship,' but I will be the woman: I will be your soul.

Haggart, I will be your song, your thoughts, Haggart! And if it must be so, let Khorre give gin to little Noni--he is a strong boy." "Eh, Mariet ?" says Haggart sternly.

"Do you perhaps want me to believe you again?
Eh, Mariet?
Don't talk of that which you do not know, woman.
Are the rocks perhaps casting a spell over me and turning my head?
Do you hear the noise, and something like voices?
That is the sea, waiting for me.

Don't hold my soul.