Hell, I don't know, Thatch. Ain't got no other way a stayin' with y'. An' maybe the Old Man'll be out there somewhere too, y' know? Maybe some a my boys I lost. Same time though it ain't... Dunno. Don't feel like we got a place here, y' know? Like we ain't part a this world really. Ain't ours, t' take or t' change or nothin', kind a.

[Namur huffs a deep sigh, drops his forehead onto Thatch's shoulder.]

But that's kind a stupid way t' think, since we got brought here an' can't go back. Why shouldn't that make it ours? If it's goin' t' shanghai us it damn well better be ready for us t' bring hell, right?