hanging is fine, sir. *
some gunpowder would scatter them, sir.
about fifty, sir, some of them very sick indeed. it's the eggs. a couple of the crates were full of * rotten ones, but eaten just the * same. others just ate too many. it would have been better to ration them, i suppose.
six.
three. i had them boiled.
four's all right.  the really ill ones had eaten eight, ten.
calm down, dias.  you can't stay here forever, living on turtles' eggs.  there are mock groans and laughter at the thought of it. the tension for the moment is broken. *
what about the sick and the injured, dom paulo?