And he would detail a boat's crew of jolly good fellows from the Revenge to help make things uproarious.

This Charter boy and Eliza should have a house of their own, with plenty of money--he had more funds in hand than ever in his life before--and his respectable son-in-law should go to London and deposit his fortune in a bank.

It would be royal fun to think of him and Eliza highly respectable and with money in the bank.

A quart of the best rum could scarcely have made Blackbeard more hilarious than did this glorious notion.

He danced among his crew; he singed beards; he whacked with capstan bars; he pushed men down hatchways; he was in lordly spirits, and his crew expected some great adventure, some startling piece of deviltry.
Of course he did not keep his great design from Dickory--it was too glorious, too transcendent.