Now I began to feel quite differently toward the poor lobster.
Poor old, blind, crippled thing--I actually began to pity him.
All he had was his fierce looks and reputation to his name--and now I knew I could easily finish him off all by myself if I wanted to--but somehow I didn't want to because I knew that "It takes all kinds of creatures to make the world."
So we had won.
Crawly had said--and I could see now that he could not stop us by force--that Polly was free to go--but I didn't have it in my heart to utterly destroy him.
I could at least save his self-respect--and maybe even help him out a bit. I had a new idea.
I quickly turned away from him and scuttled back to Starry and Polly...