The survivor spoke to us though, or tried to. Mumbling through that matted brown beard of his, pale as death itself. I cant say now if it was weakness from his wounds or what it was but we struggled to understand him. In fact we got nothing intelligible from him at all then. He seemed afraid, like any dying man probably would be, but he did seem more terrified than any dying man Ive seen before and Ive seen a few in my time. Let me tell you, Corsair or not, he grabbed whatever hand would hold his, and clenched it so tight his knuckles turned white! He kept fading out as we carried him on the stretcher board the medics brought with them. Looking back, I think he tried to warn us, poor bastard. He tried to tell us to leave him behind and go, but we wouldnt listen. We thought we were better than the Corsairs, remember? We thought we would be all moral and upright and try to help him. Dont say I didnt warn you. were the last words he said before losing consciousness. At least, those that we could make out. At the end of it all, he was right as it turned out, we couldnt even help ourselves.
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