The captain was dragging him by his collar. He stumbled behind him, trying to keep his feet under him. For a man that old, he was surprisingly strong.

He'd successfully pickpocketed a few people in the market square. A knocked-out victim should have been easy as pie. Why did his luck have to fail him, today of all days?

How far were they from shore right now, anyway?

He watched the crowd parting around him with horror. He tried to make eye contact with Robert or John, but they looked away.

"Please, captain, sir," Bill said again. "I'll - I'll work for free, if you'll only have mercy on me."