[ He sighs, but obliges the Spanish; she has yet to betray him, so there's enough reason to indulge her for a short while. ]

My men hold the fort. Therefore, my men control the bay.

[ He is the future of Nassau. Him, and men like him, and anyone prepared to acknowledge it; he said it in the brothel, and it can undoubtedly still be heard in his voice: he's less worried about perception than he used to be. ]

So I don't think Miss Guthrie has much fucking say in the matter. Do you?