The situation is not so simple as you seem to imagine.
The loss of your ship cannot be dealt with here.

It raises issues of international law which can only be settled by courts and governments.
You know, I suppose, that nothing will be done until a complaint is lodged by a British minister, and that hinges upon the very doubtful fact that you will ever again see your own country." The ex-President certainly had the knack of expressing himself clearly.
Those concluding words rang like a knell.

They even called Watts back from the slumber of unconsciousness; the "chief" stirred himself where he lay on the floor of the cavern, and began to quaver.
"-- --twelve old salts an' the skipper's lass Marooned in the Spanish Main, O.
Sing hay----" Coke, taken by surprise, was unable to stop this warbling earlier.

But his hand clutched Watts's shoulder, and his venomous whisper of "Shut up, you ijjit!" was so unmistakable that the lyric ceased.
De Sylva seemed to be aware of some peculiarity in the symptoms of the wounded man's recovery, but he continued speaking in the same balanced tone.
"It happens, by idle chance, that my enemies have become yours.

The men who destroyed your ship thought they were injuring me.