Walfilbalf looks to his audience as he finishes imparting the information overheard in the Black Tooth today. He scratches one bushy, red mutton-chop sideburn in thought, and ponders, "We gots ta warn them wot's in town. I reckon 'at this Yalgad feller's right. 'E could sail right inta tha 'arbor wit' nobody bothrin' 'em. Don' know 'ow much 'arm 'e could do wit' one ship, but I don' like da sound uvit."
Walf leans back, squinting and rubbing his chin, searching his brain for ideas. "Ey! If'n 'at Duke is angry 'bout not 'avin' da ship unloaded, maybe they ain' brought yer Lady friend up dere afterall. Could be they got 'er in tha uther ship, er maybe even dropped 'em off on an island, er..." He trails off, not wanting to voice other, far worse, possibilities.
Walf leans back, squinting and rubbing his chin, searching his brain for ideas. "Ey! If'n 'at Duke is angry 'bout not 'avin' da ship unloaded, maybe they ain' brought yer Lady friend up dere afterall. Could be they got 'er in tha uther ship, er maybe even dropped 'em off on an island, er..." He trails off, not wanting to voice other, far worse, possibilities.