I must ask you to reconsider your plan.

Land Miss Yorke and me at Pernambuco, and then betake yourself and those who follow you where you will." Coke jerked himself into the dispute.
"'Ere, wot's wrong now ?" he demanded angrily.

"Since w'en 'as a second officer begun to fix the ship's course ?" "I am not your second officer, nor are you my commander," said Philip.
"At present we are fellow-pirates, or, at best, running the gravest risk of being regarded as pirates by any court of law.

I don't care a cent personally what port we make, but I do care most emphatically for Miss Yorke's safety." "We've argied the pros an' cons, an' it's to be Maceio," growled Coke.
Dom Corria's precise tones broke in on what threatened to develop into a serious dispute.
"You would have been asked to join in the discussion, if, apparently, you were not better engaged at the moment, Mr.Hozier," he said.

"I assure you, on my honor, that there are many reasons in favor of Maceio even from the exclusive point of view of Miss Yorke's immediate future.
She will be well cared for.