You and your ship have been captured by me and my men, and your cargo is my prize.

Now, what have you got on board, where do you hail from, and whither are you bound ?" Captain Marchand looked at him fixedly.
"I sailed from London with a cargo of domestic goods for Kingston; thence, having disposed of most of my cargo, I am on my way to Bridgetown, where I hope to sell the remainder." "Your goods will never reach Bridgetown," cried Bonnet; "they belong now to my men and me." "What!" cried Ben Greenway, "ye speak wi'out sense or reason.

Hae ye forgotten that this is Mr.Abner Marchand, your fellow-vestryman an' your senior warden?
An' to him do ye talk o' takin' awa' his goods an' legal chattels ?" Bonnet looked at Greenway with indignation and contempt.
"Now listen to me," he yelled.

"To the devil with the vestry and da--" the Scotchman's eyes and mouth were so rounded with horror that Bonnet stopped and changed his form of expression--"confound the senior warden.
I am the pirate Bonnet, and regard not the Church of England." "Nor your friends ?" interpolated Ben.
"Nor friends nor any man," shouted Bonnet.
"Abner Marchand, I am sorry that your vessel should be the first one to fall into my power, but that has happened, and there is no help for it.
My men are below ransacking your hold for the goods and treasure it may contain.

When your cargo, or what we want of it, is safe upon my ship, I shall burn your vessel, and you and your men must walk the plank." At this dreadful statement, Ben Greenway staggered backward in speechless dismay.
"Yes," cried Bonnet, "that shall I do, for there is naught else I can do.