Commander Birch was a trifle uneasy when he found there was more than a popple on the sea; it was, in fact, distinctly choppy.

Against all odds we got there, and a marvelous meal it was, even though we were all hungry enough to eat the crotch out of a low-flying duck by that time.

You might not have much use for me. You spend too much time with the damn aliens, pretending your time in the gangs back on Earth never happened. I know you weren't happy when I found you at the Citadel a couple years back. But I'm glad you're on this. I hope you find whoever took my people on Freedom's Progress and kick their scaly asses. I'm glad it's a human finding these bastards.

So set me down as one that will refuse to come into your treaty, though you should smoke a hogshead of tobacco over it.