The Leader Of The Order Of Vilgoth

He is prepared to explain himself as he lets the Captain go because he knows what is best for him, thus proving his heroic act by sparing the Captain and wanting to keep a clean conscience.

In the first section of the text, the sergeant lists questions that his troops would ask him that he was responsible for answering. This was usually a simple task. But when one of his men got shot and and asked “Sergeant? Sergeant?” (210), he did not know how to answer. This comparison of mere questions in different contexts develops the point the

3. From Captain Preston’s point of view, what was the intent of this unruly crowd?

said "If anyone hears me please say something" and he heard a voice and Captain John said"

He can only do that in the army. It goes to the heads of them all, you see. And the more insignificant a man has been in civil life the worse it takes him.” (Pg 45)

“I don’t care about you or that nim-witted boyfriend of yours, my only concern is for Lord Nightburn?”

Finally looking at them he stared and slowly placed the paper at the top of his cluttered desk, turning to the two men and sighed the first words, "More of this madness.” Gazing out the window he continued, “For months this town has been unsettled and upset because of these damn requests and these damn ships. Were you present yesterday at the fight at the waterfront?” They shook their head no. “Over the most unbelievable thing,” he shook his head as if scolding school boys. “It seems that one of the sailors, a questionable man he must be, to go on this voyage and perhaps with a bit too much drink in him, told your Captain that,” here the shop keeper played the part of a drunk, “Aye, the 'La Gallega' was a most awkward ship for such a voyage!”

He ran into the clearing, where he heard the horse, with revolver drawn anticipating a fight but all he saw was Captain O’neill stood over a still, lifeless body. “Captain! What happened? Are you alright?” Even shouting it looked like the Captain didn’t hear Samuel. “ Captain! What happened?” Samuel was slowly approaching the Captain now, revolver still drawn.

¨And are they going to fire on the townspeople Captain¨ said the same man again.

It was a long battle in front of their maritime village. Swords were swung, muskets were fired, and men fell to the ground. They had stuck their blades in a sort of toxic poison, and as soon as the poison touched my men, they fell to the floor, dead. They were firebrands, indeed they were. They wouldn’t let us take over their island.

Known as Captain, down around the harbor, Clarke was gregarious by nature. His warmth and friendliness always left folks in a good mood when sitting in his company. As Harbormaster, he was forever down at the town wharf, knotting himself, like the many fishnets he’d tied in his early years, in the center of things, as he kept a watchful eye over the harbor and its people. No one in Cutler Harbor, save his wife, referred to him as Clarke. A mere mention of the word “Captain,” and everyone knew you were talking about Captain Clarke Russell.

“Well thought out, Balthazar. I have to agree that it would be the most beneficial to both parties.” Nightburn decided to keep the possibility of an agreement with the goblin General Zhousbek to himself because if successful, it would definitely turn the tide in favor of Holdrum and Parsis and make retrieval of the tome a certainty. Nightburn then turned to Sir Faine who had come to the table late in the conversation.

“Theres still hope for you Revan, we need you.” Haydens eyes met his, and a look of sheer terror crossed them, a look Revan had seen too many times but couldn't bear to see on a man he considered a brother, he couldn’t kill him, he needed him. The hiss of his saber closing filled the room, leaving them in a deafening silence.

Khalil and Rebecca attended Father Anthony Khoury’s midnight Mass at Saint Matthew’s Church, his parish in East Stroudsburg. On the drive to the church, Khalil told Rebecca that he despised his work at the Navy Department. “It’s tough working on a project that leads to destruction of human life,” he said. Rebecca didn’t respond. At least, I have a job; one that pays more than I expected. He let the subject drop. He didn’t want to spoil this night of wonders.

“Captain Hamish, I’m sure you recognize that what guardsman Marat did last night was completely unprofessional even if the girl was guilty of the crime,” a voice that I recognized floated down from one of the higher floors that looked out onto the entrance hall.