[ He inclines his head, a little touched. He had been a drunk when Treville found him, removing a thief and a murderer of his life outside some despicable little tavern. He'd commended Athos on his swordsmanship and gave him an address for when he finally crawled out of the gutter to put that blade to better use. Treville inspired him to be a better man instantly. And here he is now. Alive. ]
You lead at home, do you not? Being a Privateer, I mean. [ SO SUBTLE SON. ] You must have a crew.
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You lead at home, do you not? Being a Privateer, I mean. [ SO SUBTLE SON. ] You must have a crew.