He would be attended to by their commander.
Vince knew the story of Stede Bonnet; he knew that early in life he had been in the army, and that it was likely that he understood the handling of a sword.

But he knew also that he himself was one of the best swordsmen in the royal navy.

He yearned to cross blades with the man whose blood should not be shed, whose life should be preserved throughout the combat as if he were a friend and not a foe, who should surrender to him his sword and give to him his daughter.
"They're a brave lot, those bloody rascals," said one of the men of the Badger.
"They've a fool of a captain," said another; "he knows not the difference between a British man-of-war and a Spanish galleon, but we shall teach him that." Slowly they came together, the Revenge and the Badger, the bow of one pointed east and the bow of the other to the west; from neither vessel there came a word; the low waves could be heard flapping against their sides.

Suddenly there rang out from the man-of-war the order to make fast.

The grapnels flew over the bulwarks of the pirate, and in a moment the two vessels were as one.