To-morrow the Nest will know the Yellow Devil no more, and you must find another captain.

Alas! I grow old, I am no longer up to the work, and trade is not what it was, thanks to those infernal Englishmen and their cruisers, which prowl up and down our waters, seeking to rob honest men of the fruits of their enterprise.

For nearly fifty years I have been connected with the business, and I think that the natives of these parts will remember me--not angrily, oh! no, but as a benefactor.
For have not some twenty thousand of their young people passed through my hands, rescued by me from the curse of barbarism and sent to learn the blessings of civilisation and the arts of peace in the homes of kind and indulgent masters?
"Sometimes, not often, but now and again, there has been bloodshed in the course of our little expeditions.

I regret it.

But what will you?
These people are so obstinate that they cannot see how well it is for them to come under my wing.