Majella
Grania, captain
Things look bad
We've english sailors
Come on board!
Donal, ma'am
The man's a traitor
Holy god!
Protect us lord!
Donal, yes, your husband
Wants us to surrender!
Grace
Quickly now, i need my sword!
Majella
(spoken)
No grania. you can't; you can't move! you are too weak.