"Books, and brains, and bravery.

You are well-rounded, a blue-stocking fit to be the wife of a pirate chief.

Ahem, we'll discuss that later," he smiled, as a bullet struck solidly into the cabin wall.
I saw his eyes flash golden as he spoke, and I saw the terror mount in her own.
"We are braver," I hastened to say.

"At least, speaking for myself, I know I am braver than Captain Larsen." It was I who was now favoured by a quick look.

He was wondering if I were making fun of him.