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"Mine is a strange, wild story, Martin, but needs one (or thereabouts) I becaue known as the Brotherhood of the Coast and swore comradeship with one Nicholas Frant, a Kentand a cautiousa natural hatred of Spaniards and their ways, I wrought right well against theainst their ships and along the Coast 'Twas I (and ood comrade Nick Frant) with sixteen lusty lads took sea in an open pinnace and captured the great treasure galleon 'Dolores del Principe' off Carthagena, and ith all this, Martin, andtwo and two together, I got me rapid advancement in the Brotherhood until--well, shiph a thousand bully fellows at command And then it was that I fell in with that arch-devil, that hout the Main, a fellow more bloody than any Spaniard, al, and more cruel than any Indian--Inca, Mosquito, Maya or Aztec, and this , who hid his identity under the naa where we o' the Brotherhood lay, six stout ships and nigh four hundred ainst Santa Catalina, and this for two reasons, first, because 'twas a notable rich city, and second, to rescue certain of the Brotherhood that lay there waiting to be burnt at the next auto-de-fe Well, Martin, 'tis upon a certain evening that this Bartlemy comes aboard my ship and with hireater difference than 'twixt these two, Tressady being a great, wild felloith a steel hook in place of his left hand, d'ye see, and Bartleentleman, very nice as to speech and deport to jewelled shoe-buckles

"'Captain Penfeather,' says he, 'Your most dutiful, humble--ha, let me parish but here is curst reek o' tar!' hich, Martin, he claps a jewelled pomander to the delicate nose of him 'You've heard of me, I think, Captain,' says he, 'and of ht?"' I told hihs and bows and forthwith proffers to aid us against Santa Catalina, the which I refused forthwith But er than any we possessed and exceeding well armed and manned, overruled me, and the end of it e sailed, six ships of the Brotherhood and this accursed pirate