Reasonableness

"So, it'd be in yer way of handlin' things to ... nudge 'em along to the end of the plank with an encouraging tone?" Lash asked, shaking his head and putting his left ear (the good one) forward. "Speak that aloud once more." "AYE!" William Whitewood (so named for the pale half leg someone had rough-hewn for him in the West Indies) said delightedly. "If'n a man's got a date with The Deep, ain't it a reasonableness and fair to step him along with a rowdy shanty instead of jeers to meet his end?" Lash stared, no less shocked at the hearing of the thing the second time, and waved Whitewood off as a drunkard and an addler. William took no offense, knowing his ideas were contrary to your typical pirate thievings and murderings. Sooner or later, though, he'd see to it that all ships flying the Jolly Roger had sure and sound HR practices behind their pillaging and bloodshed.