He rushed in and slashed recklessly.
"Have a care, captain!" cried Robert.

"You are fencing very wildly! I tell you again that your play with the cutlass is bad.

You can't see it, but there is now a red spot on your cheek to match the one on your waistcoat." His sword darted by the other's guard, and when it came away it's point was red with blood.

A deep and dripping gash in the captain's left cheek showed where it had passed.

The two sailors sitting on the log exchanged looks once more, but there was no sign of a chuckle.
"That's for being a slaver, captain," said Robert.