Captain Blood
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WhenCaptainBloodgoestosea,helocksthedoorsandwindowsofhishouseonCowIslandpersonally.Oneneverknowswhatsortofpersonmightchanceby,whileoneisaway.
WhenCaptainBlood,atsea,pacesthedeck,heusuallypacestheforedeckratherthantheafterdeck！！amatterofpersonalpreference.Hekeepsmarmaladeandaspidermonkeyinhiscabin,andfourperukesonstands.
WhenCaptainBlood,atsea,discoversthatheispursuedbytheDutchAdmiralVanTromp,heconsidersthrowingthewomenoverboard.Sothattheywilldrift,likesomanygiantlotusesintheirgreen,lavender,purpleandbluegowns,acrossVanTrompspath,andhewillhavetostopandpickthemup.Bloodwillhavethewomenfittedwithlifejacketsundertheirdresses.Theywillhardlybeinmuchdangeratall.Butwhataboutthejawsofseaturtles?No,thewomencannotbethrownoverboard.Vile,vile!Whatanidioticidea!Whatcouldhehavebeenthinkingof?Ofthepatternstheywouldhavemadefloatingonthesurfaceofthewater,inthemoonlight,acerisegown,asilvergown
CaptainBloodpresentsafa?adeofsteelyimperturbability.
Heisporingoverhischarts,promisingeveryhatthingswillgetbetter.Therehasnotbeenonebitofbootyinthelasteightmonths.Shouldhetryanothercourse?Anotherocean?Themenhavebeenquitedecentaboutthesituation.Nothinghasbeensaid.Still,itsnerve-racking.
WhenCaptainBloodretiresforthenight(leavingordersthathebecalledinstantlyifsomethingcomesup)hereads,usually.Orsmokes,thinkingcalmlyoflastthings.
Hishideousreputationshouldnot,strictlyspeaking,bepaintedinthehorriblecolorscustomarilyemployed.ManyamanwalksthestreetsofPanamaCity,orPortRoyal,orSanLorenzo,aliveandwell,whowouldhavebeenstuckthroughthegizzardwitharapier,orsmashedinthebrainwithaboardingpike,haditnotbeenforBloodsswift,cheerfulintervention.Ofcourse,therearetimeswhenseveremeasuresareunavoidable.Atthesetimeshedoesnotflinch,buttakesappropriateactionwithadmirablesteadiness.Therearenotwowaysaboutit:whenoneloosesaseventy-four-gunbroadsideagainstthefragilehullofanothervessel,onegetscarnage.
Bloodatdawn,asolitaryfigurepacingtheforedeck.
Noothersailinsight.Hereachesintothepocketofhisbluevelvetjackettrimmedwithsilverlace.Hishandclosesoverthreeround,whiteobjects:mothballs.Indisgust,hethrowsthemovertheside.Onemakesonesluck,hethinks.Reachingintoanotherpocket,hewithdrawsafoldedparchmenttiedwithribbon.Unwrappingthelittlepacket,hefindsthatitisamemothathewrotetohimselftenmonthsearlier."Dolphin,CaptainDarbraunce,120tons,cargosilver,paprika,bananas,sailingMar.10Havana.Bethere!"Chuckling,Bloodgoesofftoseekhismate,Oglethorpe！！thatlaughingblondgiantofaman.
Whowillbeaboardthisvesselwhichisnowwithincannon-shot?wondersCaptainBlood.Richpeople,Ihope,withprettygoldandsilverthingsaplenty.
"ShortJohn,whereisMr.Oglethorpe?"
"IamnotShortJohn,sir.IamJohn-of-Orkney."
"Sorry,John.HasMr.Oglethorpecarriedoutmyinstructions?"
"Yes,sir.Heisforward,crouchingoverthebombard,litcherootinhand,readytofire."
"Well,firethen."
"Fire!"
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