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Updated: June 23, 2025
Still she didn't care what she was called as long as she could sail on that fine ship. So they sailed and they sailed, the white flag with the skull and the dead men's bones floating merrily in the breeze. And at last Dick Deadeye called, "Cracky! Look where we are! You'd better go back. Remember what the Toyman told us." But Captain Jehosophat Kidd knew better. "Pshaw! It isn't deep at all.
Thrusting his broom into the hands of a sailor, Little gave a fore-and-aft hitch to his pants in approved Dick Deadeye style, plucked his forelock, and his joyful voice rang along the decks. "Ahoy ahoy! Slack away for'ard, leggo aft! Tara-ra, tara-ra A life on the ocean wave is better than going to sea! Keelhaul th' main scuppers; lash th' anchor to th' mast! Whe-eee!
She was Little Buttercup, and pa was Dick Deadeye, and so they practiced together. And I always, to this day, think of Little Billie whenever I hear any one sing "The Nightingale Sighs for the Moon's Bright Rays." These things always get mixed together and stay mixed, so my ma says.
Even Dick Deadeye was interested, and gave up his scenting of the strange footsteps that he had followed through the passage, to watch the proceedings. "We can get another candle, and come back and cook something," said the senior pirate, tying the mask on with Pieces of brown string. "It gets pretty smoky, but I can cook, you'd better believe." So this wonderful boy could cook, also!
"'Old, ain't I, and ugly?" He imitated Dick Deadeye with a laughing voice, but the laugh was not true. "Old and ugly?" she repeated, in horror. "Donald, how can you?
Grayson, when I heerd the dogs barkin', sez I to myself 'it's robbers, shore'; and before I h'ists the window up-stairs I reaches old Deadeye off the hooks, and then, if it had 'a' been robbers, it wouldn't 'a' been healthy for 'em." "I'm sure of that, Mr. Simpson," said Jimmy Grayson; "you don't look like a man who would allow himself to be run over."
Mr Treenail bowed, and said he would; and we shoved off and got on board again, and now there was the devil to pay, from the perplexity old Deadeye was thrown into, as to whether, here in the heat of the American war, he was bound to take this American captain prisoner or not.
Treenail bowed, and said he would; and we shoved off and got on board again, and now there was the devil to pay, from the perplexity old Deadeye was thrown into, as to whether, here in the heat of the American war, he was bound to take this American captain prisoner or not. I was no party to the councils of my superiors, of course, but the foreign ship was finally allowed to continue her course.
"I really can't tell," said the man, trembling from head to foot; "Mr Splinter has sent for the gunner, sir." "The devil!" said Deadeye, as he hurried on deck. We all followed. A search was made. "Some matches have caught in the magazine," said one. "We shall be up and away like sky rockets," said another.
Captain Deadeye was a staid, stiff rumped, wall eyed, old first lieutenantish looking veteran, with his coat of a regular Rodney cut, broad skirts, long waist, and standup collar, over which dangled either a queue, or a marlinspike with a tuft of oakum at the end of it, it would have puzzled Old Nick to say which.
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