The slaver read his eyes: "Yes, she's a fine craft," he said.

"Able to fight anything of her size we're likely to meet, and fast enough to run away from them that's too big for her.

You can see as much of her as you want to.

So long as we've no neighbor on the ocean you've the run of the craft.

But if you should want to leave you needn't try to tempt any of my men to help you.