If this should happen, it would be a terrible thing, for not only would Mr.Wragg and his companions be put to death, but the pirates would undoubtedly attack the town, which was in a very poor position for defence.
Consequently the drugs were collected with all possible haste, and Mr.
Marks and the pirates were sent with them to Blackbeard.

We do not know whether or not that bedizened cutthroat was satisfied with the way things turned out; for having had the idea of going to Charles Town and obliging the prisoners to help him confiscate the drugs and chemicals, he may have preferred this unusual proceeding to a more commonplace transaction; but as the medicine had arrived he accepted it, and having secured all possible booty and money from the ships he had captured, and had stripped his prisoners of the greater part of their clothing, he set them on shore to walk to Charles Town as well as they could.

They had a miserably difficult time, making their way through the woods and marshes, for there were women and children among them who were scarcely equal to the journey.

One of the children was a little boy, the son of Mr.Wragg, who afterward became a very prominent man in the colonies.

He rose to such a high position, not only among his countrymen, but in the opinion of the English government, that when he died, about the beginning of the Revolution, a tablet to his memory was placed in Westminster Abbey, which is, perhaps, the first instance of such an honor being paid to an American.
Having now provided himself with medicines enough to keep his wild crew in good physical condition, no matter how much they might feast and frolic on the booty they had obtained from Charles Town, Blackbeard sailed back to his North Carolina haunts and took a long vacation, during which time he managed to put himself on very good terms with the Governor and officials of the country.