But he pays some good mariner to sail his Revenge, and he now pays me.

I am, in fact, the captain of his vessel." "You mean," cried Blackbeard, "that he knows nothing of navigation ?" "Not a whit," replied the other; "he doesn't know the backstays from the taffrail.

It was only yesterday that he thought he was already in the port of Belize, and dressed himself up like a fighting-cock to meet you." "To meet me ?" roared Blackbeard; "what does he want to meet me for, and why don't he come and do it instead of sending you ?" "Not he," said Bittern.

"He is a great man, if not a sailor; he knows what is politeness on shipboard, and as he is the last comer you must be the first caller.

He is all dressed up now, hoping that you will row over to the Revenge as soon as you know that he is its commander." The hairy pirate leaned back and laughed in loud explosions.
"He is a rare man, truly," he exclaimed, "this Captain Nightcap of yours--" "Bonnet," interrupted Bittern.
"Well, one is as good as the other," cried Blackbeard, "and he be well clothed if it be of the right colour.