`` Ye 've made a sore hash of my brig ; I have n't hands enough left to work her ; and my first officer -LRB- whom I could ill spare -RRB- has got your sword throughout his vitals , and passed without speech . There is nothing left me , sir , but to put back into the port of Glasgow after hands ; and there -LRB- by your leave -RRB- ye will find them that are better able to talk to you . '' `` Ay ? '' said Alan ; `` and faith , I 'll have a talk with them mysel ' ! Unless there 's naebody speaks English in that town , I have a bonny tale for them . Fifteen tarry sailors upon the one side , and a man and a halfling boy upon the other ! O , man , it 's peetiful ! '' Hoseason flushed red . `` No , '' continued Alan , `` that 'll no do . Ye 'll just have to set me ashore as we agreed . '' `` Ay , '' said Hoseason , `` but my first officer is dead -- ye ken best how . There 's none of the rest of us acquaint with this coast , sir ; and it 's one very dangerous to ships . '' `` I give ye your choice , '' says Alan . `` Set me on dry ground in Appin , or Ardgour , or in Morven , or Arisaig , or Morar ; or , in brief , where ye please , within thirty miles of my own country ; except in a country of the Campbells . That 's a broad target . If ye miss that , ye must be as feckless at the sailoring as I have found ye at the fighting . Why , my poor country people in their bit cobles * pass from island to island in all weathers , ay , and by night too , for the matter of that . '' * Coble : a small boat used in fishing . `` A coble 's not a ship , sir , '' said the captain . `` It has nae draught of water . ''
`` Well , then , to XXXXX if ye list ! ''
Appin Ay Campbells English Glasgow bonny halfling left mysel night