"Yessir," muttered Frank, not listening too closely. He learned the hard way that in every haven there was a strict border maintenance crew, often with a pass phrase or other proof of piracy necessary for entrance. There would be no sneaking into port, especially with as large a ship as theirs. Quickly, he ran through the ones he knew, many of them but faded memories now. Maybe if he prayed to a god he didn't believe in enough, the crew would be somehow spared from being hacked to death by cutlass.