What will they call a real storm ?" He drinks again.
"A fine wind!" He goes over to the window and, pushing aside the corner of the sail, looks out.
"Not a single light on the sea, or in the village.

They have hidden themselves and are sleeping--they are waiting for the storm to pass.
B-r-r, how cold! I would have driven them all out to sea; it is mean to go to sea only when the weather is calm.

That is cheating the sea.

I am a pirate, that's true; my name is Khorre, and I should have been hanged long ago on a yard, that's true, too--but I shall never allow myself such meanness as to cheat the sea.

Why did you bring me to this hole, Noni ?" He picks up some brushwood, and throws it into the fireplace.
"I love you, Noni.