He was a red-headed man; his long hair and beard dyed yellow in some places by the sun.

He was grievous to look upon, and like to create in the mind of an imaginative person the image of a sun-burned devil on a holiday.
"Good-day to you! Good-day, Sir Bonnet," cried the pirate captain; "come on board, come on board, all of you, wife, daughter, father, if such they be! We'll let down ladders and I shall feast you finely." "Nay, nay, good Captain Sorby," replied Bonnet, with courteous dignity, "my family and I have just stopped to pay you our respects.

They have all heard of your great prowess, for I have told them.

They may never have a chance again to look upon another of your fame." "Heaven grant it!" said Dame Charter in her heart.

"If I get out of this, I stay upon dry land forever." "I grieve that my poor ship be not honoured by your ladies," said Sorby, "but I admit that her decks are scarcely fit for the reception of such company.