"Let's be clear 'ere, priestess." Cordell's expression made it plain she was both disappointed and mildly annoyed at Sahar. "I kidnapped 'this one', as ye -- fer reasons beyond me -- like t' call yerself, because th' secrets o' th' dead don't exactly grow on trees. I ain't got the slightest what th' curse's cure is. Whether 'th' work unfinished' is some prize t' be had or no ain't of th' slightest importance." She pointed at the priestess as if to drive home her point. "All's I care 'bout is, it's out there, whate'er it be..."
Standing, Cordell gazed down at the priestess with a firm, unyielding gaze. "An' so long as I'm captain o' th' Red Corsair, it be my duty t' search fer it."
Taking another swig of water and wiping her mouth, Cordell turned to glance at the rest of the camp briefly, checking over her hired hands. "... Maybe, lemme put it t' ya this way, lass. Yer 'temple sisters'... they're like yer family, yer kin, dear an' beloved t' ya, am I right? Think long an' 'ard about this, priestess..."
"Is there anything ye wouldn't do fer 'em if'n they needed ya?"