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From Brian Jacques' Pearls of Lutra, Chapter 11:
Lask buried his huge head in frost-numbed claws. "You loze the way, the ship iz lozt!"
Romsca's voice dripped sarcasm. "Clever ole reptile, the acorn's finally dropped, eh! Right, matey, 'tis about time yer realized, none of us might get out o' this liddle fix alive, an' I doubts if I could make it over t'this Mossflower shore an' then back to Sampetra, 'cos I ain't 'alf the cap'n that Conva was. Aye, Conva, now there was a stoat wot knew 'is way about the seas. But where is Conva now, eh? Prob'ly rottin' in some dungeon 'cos yer precious Emperor didn't like 'is face!"
"Land ho to starboard an' clearin' weatheeeeer!"
Lask buried his huge head in frost-numbed claws. "You loze the way, the ship iz lozt!"
Romsca's voice dripped sarcasm. "Clever ole reptile, the acorn's finally dropped, eh! Right, matey, 'tis about time yer realized, none of us might get out o' this liddle fix alive, an' I doubts if I could make it over t'this Mossflower shore an' then back to Sampetra, 'cos I ain't 'alf the cap'n that Conva was. Aye, Conva, now there was a stoat wot knew 'is way about the seas. But where is Conva now, eh? Prob'ly rottin' in some dungeon 'cos yer precious Emperor didn't like 'is face!"
"Land ho to starboard an' clearin' weatheeeeer!"