Wellar looks at the captain, then at you, and his face darkens. "You blabbed? I thought I could trust you! Wel

Wellar looks at the captain, then at you, and his face darkens. "You blabbed? I thought I could trust you! Well, Captain, I'll stand and say that you, bloody fishbone, are about to let the ship sink. The crew is getting drunk while we sit doing nothing, and meanwhile the bottom of the ship is getting covered in barnacles. I'm tired of this! I quit, Captain! I'm tired of you, tired of your ship, tired of your crew, and tired of piracy all over. I'll stay in Pitax and become an artist! Soon you'll see that I was right, but then it'll be too late! Mark my words – we're living in an age of decline and decadence!"