“Death is always the punishment for a mutineer,” said Cwell. “Only the shipwife can defer it.” “True,” said Joron, turning back to her. “But I give my word I will vouch for you, and tell her that, in the end, you chose to put down your weapons rather than kill more of her crew. I cannot promise she will let you live. As you say, it is her choice. But she may choose to let you off on an island or some such.” Silence. Waiting. Then Cwell spoke, very softly. “That is death in all but name.”
