"//Catch the little bastard!//"the wounded pirate cries out, as he curls up on the deck. After a quick sympathy wince, the other men are after Bastiaan, grabbing and snatching for the slippery little stowaway. The wounded man draws his pistol and follows, once he can get to his feet again.
"//We were having some fun with you, Rat, but that's over now! Stop running and maybe we won't kill you when we catch you!//" A couple of the men move into the rigging, hoping to get the drop on Bastiaan by getting ahead of him in the air. This is no sort of place for a young man to be alone and not a harbour where anyone will care much about his cries.