“Not sure who you're with, but you don't look like one of... them.
I'm not sure what happened. I slept through supper and woke up to a ship full of dead people and murderers.
Not sure if you want to kill me or not, but I'll spare you the trouble.
<Moody points to a wound in his stomach. His insides are not where they should be.>
I can keep steering the ship for a while longer. You don't die from a gut wound immediately. Just bring me some rope and some rum... no, whiskey.”
