Rackham Pulsifer wrote:
"Something... Something wicked this way comes..."
"Ewww. What's 'e been eatin', birdshat? Keep it shut, old man."
He gets up and looks around at the prisoners. The nervous rattling of the gate stops only for a moment while he grips the bars.
"Don't give no troubles now slavies and sit tight, we gots a bit o' stormin' about."
Hagnoose turns and goes back to the sacks; he watches you fitfully, seems distracted.