No reply. John Silver rattles the cage again but I think the parrot is dead.
Ahoy there, Doctor!
I be wondering what was afloat as far as your nefarious dealings are concerned? Would ye be so kind as to be telling me, then?
I'd like to be striking while me powder's still dry and the spirit frisky. That is to say I'd prefer a short sharp assault to settle the matter at haste and not be embarking on a long voyage, becalmed in the shallows, if you gets me drift.
What course should I be setting to aid ye, Doctor? I beg ye be telling me that now so I may act.