They seemed surprised to be let go, the two crewmen who survived to the end of the journey. Their steps away from me were measured, cautious, as if any sudden movement would engage the animal and cause me to attack. But I needed them to guide us into harbor, and I told them, upon our safe arrival in California, they would be rewarded with their freedom. So they were.
My word is good, but people always expect me to break such promises.