She was a girl of quick observation and good memory, but the town came in view and she had seen no vessel which reminded her of the Revenge.
As soon as the anchor was dropped, Kate wished to go on shore, but her uncle would not hear of that.

He must know something definite before he trusted Kate or himself in such a lawless town as Belize.

The captain, who was going ashore, could make inquiries, and Kate must wait.
In a little room at the back of a large, low storehouse, not far from the pier, sat Stede Bonnet and his faithful friend and servitor, Ben Greenway.

The storehouse was crowded with goods of almost every imaginable description, and even the room back of it contained an overflow of bales, boxes, and barrels.

At a small table near a window sat the Scotchman and Bonnet, the latter reading from some roughly written lists descriptions and quantities of goods, the value of each item being estimated by the canny Scotchman, who set down the figures upon another list.