It better expresses our trade.
Enough to admit that we serve under no flag, and confess no master.
And now, that I have answered your questions, what is it to be between us--peace or war ?" Her eyes drooped, and I could distinctly note the trembling of her slender figure.

When she slowly raised her glance once more it rested on my face as though seeking approval, guidance.
"If there be only the one choice," she said quietly.

"I accept peace.
I cannot live locked in that room alone, haunted by my thoughts and memories.

If I pledge you my word, Senor, am I to enjoy the freedom of this cabin and the deck ?" Estada looked at us, a shade of doubt in his eyes.

I made no sign, but Manuel nodded.
"Why not ?" he asked in his harsh croak of a voice.