What sane mortal, then, would forever be committing thefts, without rhyme or reason.

It was like stealing silver from one pocket and decanting it into the other.

And what might it not lead to in the end?
Why, ere long, in good sooth, it led to the abstraction of the compass from the binnacle; so that we were fain to substitute for it, the one brought along in the Chamois.
It was Jarl that first published this last and alarming theft.
Annatoo being at the helm at dawn, he had gone to relieve her; and looking to see how we headed, was horror-struck at the emptiness of the binnacle.
I started to my feet; sought out the woman, and ferociously demanded the compass.

But her face was a blank; every word a denial.
Further lenity was madness.

I summoned Samoa, told him what had happened, and affirmed that there was no safety for us except in the nightly incarceration of his spouse.