He was strong and brawny, his face was short and very wide, with high cheek-bones, and his expression probably resembled that of a pug dog.

His eyebrows were enormously large and bushy, and from under them he glared at his mundane surroundings.

He was not a man whose spirit could be quelled by looking him steadfastly in the eye.

It was his custom in the daytime to walk about, carrying a drawn cutlass, resting easily upon his arm, edge up, very much as a fine gentleman carries his high silk hat, and any one who should impertinently stare or endeavor to quell his high spirits in any other way, would probably have felt the edge of that cutlass descending rapidly through his physical organism.
He was a man who insisted upon being obeyed, and if any one of his crew behaved improperly, or was even found idle, this strict and inexorable master would cut him down where he stood.

But although he was so strict and exacting during the business sessions of his piratical year, by which I mean when he was cruising around after prizes, he was very much more disagreeable when he was taking a vacation.