If lovers reasoned too much, it would be a sad world for many of them.
When the Revenge stopped in her progress towards the heavenly Island of Jamaica, or at least that island which was the abode of an angel, and anchored off Charles Town harbour, South Carolina, Dickory fumed and talked impatiently to his friend Ben Greenway.

Why a man, even though he were a pirate, and therefore of an avaricious nature, should want more booty, when his vessel was already crowded with valuable goods, he could not imagine.
But Ben Greenway could very easily imagine.

"When the spirit o' sin is upon ye," said the Scotchman, "the more an' more wicked ye're likely to be; an' ye must no' forget, Dickory, that every new crime he commits, an' a' the property he steals, an' a' the unfortunate people he maroons, will hae to be answered for by ye, Dickory, when the time comes for ye to stand up an' say what ye hae got to say about your ain sins.

If ye had stood by me an' helped to cut him short in his nefarious career, he might now be beginnin' a new life in some small coastin' vessel bound for Barbadoes." Dickory gave an impatient kick at the mast near which he was standing.
"It would have been more likely," said he, "that before this he would have begun a new life on the gallows with you and me alongside of him, and how do you suppose you would have got rid of the sin on your soul when you thought of his orphan daughter in Jamaica ?" "Your thoughts are too much on that daughter," snapped Greenway, "an' no' enough on her father's soul." "I am tired of her father's soul," said Dickory.

"I wonder what new piece of mischief they are going to do here; there are no ships to be robbed ?" Dickory did not know very much, or care very much about the sea and its commerce, and some ships to be robbed soon made their appearance.