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"And you believe that Blackbeard never got back to the Inlet to save the treasure for himself?" asked Jack. "Not the way his ship was headed when she struck the shoal." The brigantine was well on her way to Charles Town when Captain Wellsby found that Master Cockrell could be carried into the comfortable main cabin to rest on a cushioned settle for an hour or two at a time.
One is the pirate younker that served our cause in the Plymouth Adventure and t'other is Master Jack Cockrell!" One of the Charles Town volunteers heard only the word pirate and growled, with an oath: "One o' Blackbeard's spawn? We'll make precious short work of him. Hand me a musket and I will save trouble for the hangman." "Here, stop that," said Captain Wellsby, beckoning his own men.
It was not rough, like a sunken log, and further investigation with the poles convinced them that they were thumping the lid of the chest. "D'ye suppose you could muster breath to dive and bend a line to one o' the handles, Master Cockrell?" suggested Trimble Rogers. "Here's a coil of stout stuff in Cap'n Teach's boat what he used for a painter."
Joe was resolved not to return to Jack Cockrell without a few pints of water if reckless enterprise could procure it. Was the cabin still empty? He stood for a long time and listened but there was not a sound beyond the door of the passageway. Taking his courage in both hands he pushed at the door and it creaked open on rusty hinges.
"I suppose there is some sort of formal way to make the request, but I don't know it." "If there is I don't know it, either," was the kindly answer, which both Nickols and I took for assent. "Thank you, sir," said Nickols, as he turned away towards father and Mr. Cockrell and Mr. Jeffries, who had come out on the porch with their cigars, and left him and me standing alone in the starlight.
It was so odd a circumstance that several of them hailed the shore with questions loud and perplexed. "Master John Cockrell, at your service," came back the reply. "Captain Bonnet knows me. I am the lad that clouted a six-foot pirate of yours for being saucy to a maid in Charles Town."
"The sea is a cruel master and she hath taught me prudence," was the reply. "A vessel sight us? I fear an empty sea so soon after the storm. And honest ships will be loth to venture out from port if the word sped that Blackbeard was cruising off Charles Town bar." Jack Cockrell forsook the attempt to wring comfort out of his hardy companion who refused to delude himself with vain imaginings.
I took no heed o' the marks and landfalls." "Like a sailor ashore, mouth open and eyes shut," rasped the buccaneer of Hispaniola. "Methinks I might find my way in this Carolina country," ventured Jack Cockrell. "It would be easier for a landsman like myself than for Bill who is city-bred and a seaman besides." "More wisdom from the stripling," said Trimble.
"Far off 'till distant realms he gangs, But I'se be true, as he ha' been; And when ilk lass around him thrangs, He'll think on Annie's faithful een." Forlorn Jack Cockrell had homesick thoughts and felt hopeless of loosing the snares which bound him.
"Charles Town lies to the south, and Virginia to the north. There my knowledge fetches up short." "And leagues of morass to flounder through, by the look of this coast," said Joe. "We be without weapons, or food, or " "I am a hot-headed fool, I grant you that," broke in Jack. "Now bestow your sage advice." "You will not be allowed to go ashore, for one thing, Master Cockrell.
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