How goes it with you, Sir Nightcap--Bonnet, I mean ?" And with that he clasped the hand reached out to him in a bone-crushing grasp.
His fingers aching and his brain astonished, Bonnet could not comprehend what sort of a man it was who stood before him.

With hair purposely dishevelled; with his hat more slouched than usual; with his beard divided into tails, each tied with a different-coloured ribbon; with half a dozen pistols strung across his breast; with other pistols and a knife or two stuck into his belt; with his great sword by his side, and his eyes gleaming brighter than ever and a general expression, both in face and figure, of an aggressive impudence, Blackbeard stood on his stout legs, clothed in rough red stockings, and gazed about him.

But the captain of the Revenge did not forget his manners.

He welcomed Blackbeard with all courtesy and besought him to enter his poor cabin.
Blackbeard laughed.

"Poor cabin, say you?
But I'll tell you this one thing, my valiant Captain Cap; you have not a poor vessel, not a poor vessel, I swear that to you, my brave captain, I swear that!" Then, with no attention to Bonnet's invitation, Captain Blackbeard strolled about the deck, examining everything, cursing this and praising that, and followed by Captain Bonnet, Black Paul, and a crowd of admiring pirates.
Ben Greenway bowed his head and groaned.