An if you please me not, you carry no more messages in this world, nor receive them.

Charter, I now make you the first officer of the Revenge under me.
You cannot be mate because you know nothing of sailing a ship, and besides no mate nor any quarter-master is worthy to array himself as I shall array you.

I make you first lieutenant, and you shall wear the uniform and the cocked hat which Sir Nightcap hath no further use for." With that he went forward to speak to some of the men, leaving Dickory standing speechless, with the expression of an infuriated idiot.

Black Paul stepped up to him.
"How now, youngster," said the ex-sailing-master, "first officer, eh?
If you look sharp, you may find yourself in fine feather." "No, I will not," answered Dickory.

"I will have nothing to do with this black pirate; I will not serve under him, I will not take charge of anything for him.