‘You mean me?’‘You’re the cap’n, ain’t ya?’He glanced around at his crew, trying to decide whether there was any advantage in protesting. All six of them had been put in the same cell on the Delirium Trigger’s brig. There were five cells in all, each capable of holding ten men. The walls were metal, and the lights were weak. The smell of oil was in the air, and the sound of clanking machinery and distant engines echoed in the hollow spaces.Silo met his eyes with a customarily inscrutable gaze. Malvery just shrugged.‘I’m the captain,’ Frey said at length.‘Cap’n Dracken wants to see you,’ the bald man informed him.The gaoler unlocked the door and pushed it open, waving a shotgun to deter any attempts at a breakout. Frey walked through, and the door clanged shut behind him.‘Hey,’ said Malvery. ‘While you’ve got her ear, ask if we can get some rum down here, eh?’Pinn laughed explosively. Crake didn’t stir from where he sat in a corner, drowned in his own misery.
