He saw a ship sail, perhaps soon, perhaps later, for Jamaica; he saw the blithe Mistress Kate, her soul no longer sorrowing for an erring father, come on board that vessel and sail with him for good old Bridgetown.

He saw everything explained, everything forgotten.

He saw before the dear old family a life of happiness--perhaps he saw the funeral of Madam Bonnet--and, better than all, he saw the pirate dead, the good man revived again.
To be sure, he did not see Dickory Charter returning to his old home with his mother, for he could not know what Blackbeard was going to do with that young fellow; but as Dickory had thought of him when he had escaped with Kate from the Revenge, so thought he now of Dickory.

There were so many other important things which bore upon the situation that he was not able even to consider the young fellow.
It did not take very long for a man of practical devilishness, such as Blackbeard was, to finish the business which had called him away, and he soon reappeared in the cabin.
"Ho there! good Sir Nightcap--an I may freely call you that since now I own you, uniform, cocked hat, title, and everything else--don't cry yourself to sleep like a baby when its toys are taken away from it, but wake up.

I have a bit of liking for you, and I believe that that is because you are clean.