All they care for is blood and booty.

But Sanchez's death would save you from discovery, and," his voice still lower, so that I barely distinguished the words, "in the confusion aboard, if we were ready, the _Namur_ might be so disabled as to compel them to run her ashore for repairs.

That would give you a chance.

If once we reach Porto Grande there is no hope." A marling-spike pounded on the scuttle, and Haines' voice roared down.
"Port watch! Hustle out bullies!".