Otatso Wetlands I am begging, down on my knees

For a long while, Anselm pondered Etienne’s strategy. It was one angle he hadn’t considered — and it just goes to show how different their minds think. He’d only approached it from a strong-arm standpoint; in his mind they’d storm the pirates and overwhelm them. There wouldn’t be any need for warning. 

But he supposed Etienne’s plan was not without virtue. What if the stronghold was reinforced, or they found the going difficult? He knew the folly in placing all one’s eggs into one cache; who knows what they’d find once in strange land. 

Vell. I certainly see your point. He conceded at last, finding he had no appetite for losing Etienne. But I vill be going vith you. You tell them. I keep watch.