As there was no resistance, there was so far no fighting, and the pirates were tumbling over each other in their haste to get below and find out what sort of a cargo was carried by this easy prize.
Captain Marchand held out his hand.

"Good-day to you, friend Bonnet," he said.

"I had hoped that you would be one of the first friends I should meet when I reached port at Bridgetown, but I little thought to meet you before I got there." Bonnet was a little embarrassed by the peculiarity of the situation, but his heart was true to his new career.
"Friend Marchand," he said, "I see that you do not understand the state of affairs, and Ben Greenway there should have told you the moment he met you.

I am no longer a planter of Barbadoes; I am a pirate of the sea, and the Jolly Roger floats above my ship.

I belong to no nation; my hand is against all the world.