"S'now we're dead certain on getting er'selves killed too?" Nelson asked, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully as he walked down the stairs.
"That seems brave n'dumb, plumb..." he frowned.
"Cuz', really, jus' because I've only seen the one...If it's jus' the one then he's pretty much going to kill the rest of us without breaking a sweat after his warmup," Nelson waved his hand expansively, " here."
"An," he continued, "if'n there's more n'one then we haven't seen 'em and without a count or a lay then we're gonna end up moppin' the lighthouse rattlin' chains alike spooks too..."
Nelson stopped rubbing his jaw and his frown became more severe as his hands dropped down to his sides and he looked each of his companions.
"No offense, I know everyone's in a great hurry to kill an' be killed 'round here. But maybe I should go talk w'these folks first an' find out a little more 'bout 'em? If I screw up then everyone gets t'continue on with the killin' an we're no worse off'n before; an' if I fixem up rit n'we find out what they're here for 'sides murderin' people - which I might remind you all doesn't seem like a particular good way to make coin anymore'n sinking ships does unless you're a lot more gill'n pirate's are like to be."
"In other words, it still smells fishy, and sometimes you catch more fish by casting out some bait and seeing how the fish react than jus' spearin' the first whiskers that wiggle in the muck."