To the pirates

it was a voice crying that all the boys lay
slain in the cabin; and they were panic-stricken. Hook tried to
hearten them; but like the dogs he had made them they showed him
their fangs, and he knew that if he took his eyes off them now
they would leap at him.

"Lads," he said, ready to cajole or strike as need be, but
never quailing for an instant, "I've thought it out. There's a
Jonah aboard."

"Ay," they snarled, "a man wi' a hook."

"No, lads, no, it's the girl. Never was luck on a pirate ship
wi' a woman on board. We'll right the ship when she's gone."

Some of them remembered that this had been a saying of
Flint's. "It's worth trying," they said doubtfully.

"Fling the girl overboard," cried Hook; and they made a rush at
the figure in the cloak.

"There's none can save you now, missy," Mullins hissed
jeeringly.

"There's one," replied the figure.

"Who's that?"