The fat man called Barth, having heard the First Officer's words, showed not a hint of fear and kept shouting, "What Captain! In my eyes, there is no Captain! You are all dead men now! Yes, dead men! If you don't turn back immediately, you'll all go to hell!"
"Barth!" The Sailor, the Third Officer, and the Second Officer emerged at this moment, pushing through the crowd and standing in line with the First Officer.
The Sailor, a young man with long, slender arms named Paul, had fiery red hair as if ablaze. Clutching a Sailor's Knife in his hand, he angrily admonished the fat man, "Barth, what the hell is wrong with you? Keep talking like that, and even if the Captain doesn't give you a flogging, I won't let you off! I'll give you a chance: put down the knife honestly and get back to your kitchen to cook! Otherwise, you'll regret it!"
