Governor Swann has seen carnage. He's never gotten used to it. That's one reason why he's not a military man. He holds his handkerchief to his nose to block out the smell of burning wood, pitch, and flesh and grimaces as he watches a body float by.

Even more repulsive is the Flying Dutchman looming ahead.

"I really don't see why I have to go aboard," he announces to Mercer, who had the nerve to it right beside him, and not behind him. "The Admiral has no need of me."