"Your cargo," Skellig says bluntly. "We have questions about it."

He not-so-gently suggests to the man beneath him that he 'stay' where he is at on the deck , pushing a hand square against his chest as he stands up. "There are rumors this ship is carrying captives to be sold as slaves. Is it true?"

(Skellig knows it is true. He can hear the voices and cries from the holds below, smell the stench of bodily waste below their feet. But he wants to see how 'honest' this man is.)