When the long-boat put forth from the Revenge, a good deal of interest was excited in the anchored vessels.

The great Blackbeard himself stood high upon his deck and surveyed the strangers through a glass.
The men in the sailing-master's boat rowed steadily towards Blackbeard's vessel.

Bittern knew it well, for he had seen it before, and had even had the honour, so to speak, of having served for a short time under the master pirate of that day.
As soon as the boat was near enough Blackbeard hailed it in a tremendous voice and ordered the stranger to pull up and make fast.

This being done, a rope ladder was lowered and Bittern mounted to the deck, being assisted in his passage over the side by a tremendous pull given by Blackbeard.
The great pirate seemed to be in high good spirits, and very glad to see his visitor.

Blackbeard was a large man, wide and heavy, and the first impression conveyed by his personality was that of hair and swarthiness.
An untrimmed black beard lay upon his chest, and his long hair hung in masses from under his slouched hat; his eyes were dark and sparkling, and gleamed like beacon lights from out a midnight sky; the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, and his arms seemed almost as hairy as his head; two pairs of pistols were stuck into his belt, and a great cutlass was conveniently tucked up by his side.
"Ho, ho!" he cried, "Black Paul! And where do you come from, and what are you doing here?
And what is the name of that vessel with the brand-new Roger?
Has she just gone into the business, that she decks herself out so fine?
Come now, sit here and have some brandy and tell me what is the meaning of these two vessels coming into the harbour, and what you have to do with them." Bittern was delighted to know that his old commander remembered him, and was ready enough to talk with him, for that was the errand he had come upon.
"But, captain," said he, "I am afraid to wander away from the gunwale, for if I have not my eye upon them, my men will be rowing to the town before I know it.