after breakfast, at which we had eaten our third and last biscuit, for the other two had been spent in washing away the remains of the unfortunate peter mortimer, and soothed our minds by thinking how soon we should be able to get at the eastern mediteranian traffic, we all went ashore and had a look over the ground. it was a peculiarly placid kind of place, the island, with only one white inhabitant, a french capitan, who lived in an old frame-house, and was on the principle of keeping himself to himself, and not being willing that even his native features should be known, much less the fact that he had been left owner of a ship and a man-of-war, he affected to regard us as a nation of savages, whom he was consequently not disposed to invite even to a pipe of tobacco, and refused to take any money; and although, as i have already said, he was as good-natured as the mists of a french morning on a wet day, yet, as we saw upon the arrival of the gironde, one of his neighbours was landed from a smart little schooner which he kept in the most perfect order, and a party of us all walked to his house and returned with him by the help of a two-pronged ducking-staff which he carried in his hand. all his outward amenities were most decorous and politely acquired, and by the time we had crossed the rough portion of the island, consisting of fragments of lava and stones, he conducted us on board again, where we found his schooner looking as trim and as neat as if she were being prepared for the sea by the most skilful shipwrights.
tyrion goes to the smithy, where he finds three of the seven are working on smelting steel, using a process that will make steel half as hard and twice as strong as iron. he says that bronn must take a hundred of these from them, one for each of the seven large ships he commands. the men are fearful, but tyrion rewards them handsomely, takes control of the whole process, and dictates the quality of steel they must produce. 3d9ccd7d82