I can go no farther than that, Dickory, no farther than that!" From forecastle to quarter-deck, from bowsprit to taffrail, Blackbeard scrutinized the Revenge.
"What mean you, dog ?" he said to Bittern, Bonnet being at a little distance; "you tell me he is no mariner.

This is a brave ship and well appointed." "Ay, ay," said the sailing-master, "it has the neatness of his kitchen or his storehouses; but if his cables were coiled on his yard-arms or his anchor hung up to dry upon the main shrouds, he would not know that anything was wrong.

It was Big Sam Loftus who fitted out the Revenge, and I myself have kept everything in good order and ship-shape ever since I took command." "Command!" growled Blackbeard.

"For a charge of powder I would knock in the side of your head for speaking with such disrespect of the brave Sir Nightcap." The supper in the cabin of the Revenge was a better meal than the voracious Blackbeard had partaken of for many a year, if indeed he had ever sat down to such a sumptuous repast.

Before him was food and drink fit for a stout and hungry sea-faring man, and there were wines and dainties which would have had fit place upon the table of a gentleman.
Blackbeard was in high spirits and tossed off cup after cup and glass after glass of the choicest wine and the most fiery spirits.