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Wiping
the
blood
out
of
my
eyes
,
I
ordered
the
signalman
to
reply
instantly
,
with
the
half
-
dozen
or
so
of
flags
that
he
had
at
his
disposal
,
that
much
as
we
appreciated
the
valour
of
the
regular
service
,
and
the
delicacy
of
spirit
that
animated
its
commanders
,
still
this
was
an
orthodox
case
of
the
young
gentleman
-
adventurer
versus
the
unshaved
pirate
,
and
Her
Majesty
’
s
Marine
had
nothing
to
do
but
to
form
the
usual
admiring
and
applauding
background
.
Then
,
rallying
round
me
the
remnant
of
my
faithful
crew
,
I
selected
a
fresh
cutlass
(
I
had
worn
out
three
already
)
and
plunged
once
more
into
the
pleasing
carnage
.
The
result
was
not
long
doubtful
.
Indeed
,
I
could
not
allow
it
to
be
,
as
I
was
already
getting
somewhat
bored
with
the
pirate
business
,
and
was
wanting
to
get
on
to
something
more
southern
and
sensuous
.
All
serious
resistance
came
to
an
end
as
soon
as
I
had
reached
the
quarter
-
deck
and
cut
down
the
pirate
chief
—
a
fine
black
-
bearded
fellow
in
his
way
,
but
hardly
up
to
date
in
his
parry
-
and
-
thrust
business
.
Those
whom
our
cutlasses
had
spared
were
marched
out
along
their
own
plank
,
in
the
approved
old
fashion
;
and
in
time
the
scuppers
relieved
the
decks
of
the
blood
that
made
traffic
temporarily
impossible
.
And
all
the
time
the
British
-
man
-
of
-
war
admired
and
applauded
in
the
offing
.
As
soon
as
we
had
got
through
with
the
necessary
throat
-
cutting
and
swabbing
-
up
all
hands
set
to
work
to
discover
treasure
;
and
soon
the
deck
shone
bravely
with
ingots
and
Mexican
dollars
and
church
plate
.
There
were
ropes
of
pearls
,
too
,
and
big
stacks
of
nougat
;
and
rubies
,
and
gold
watches
,
and
Turkish
Delight
in
tubs
.
But
I
left
these
trifles
to
my
crew
,
and
continued
the
search
alone
.
For
by
this
time
I
had
determined
that
there
should
be
a
Princess
on
board
,
carried
off
to
be
sold
in
captivity
to
the
bold
bad
Moors
,
and
now
with
beating
heart
awaiting
her
rescue
by
me
,
the
Perseus
of
her
dreams
.
I
came
upon
her
at
last
in
the
big
state
-
cabin
in
the
stern
;
and
she
wore
a
holland
pinafore
over
her
Princess
-
clothes
,
and
she
had
brown
wavy
hair
,
hanging
down
her
back
,
just
like
—
well
,
never
mind
,
she
had
brown
wavy
hair
.
When
gentle
-
folk
meet
,
courtesies
pass
;
and
I
will
not
weary
other
people
with
relating
all
the
compliments
and
counter
-
compliments
that
we
exchanged
,
all
in
the
most
approved
manner
.
Occasions
like
this
,
when
tongues
wagged
smoothly
and
speech
flowed
free
,
were
always
especially
pleasing
to
me
,
who
am
naturally
inclined
to
be
tongue
-
tied
with
women
.
But
at
last
ceremony
was
over
,
and
we
sat
on
the
table
and
swung
our
legs
and
agreed
to
be
fast
friends
.
And
I
showed
her
my
latest
knife
—
one
-
bladed
,
horn
-
handled
,
terrific
,
hung
round
my
neck
with
string
;
and
she
showed
me
the
chiefest
treasures
the
ship
contained
,
hidden
away
in
a
most
private
and
particular
locker
—
a
musical
box
with
a
glass
top
that
let
you
see
the
works
,
and
a
railway
train
with
real
lines
and
a
real
tunnel
,
and
a
tin
iron
-
clad
that
followed
a
magnet
,
and
was
ever
so
much
handier
in
many
respects
than
the
real
full
-
sized
thing
that
still
lay
and
applauded
in
the
offing
.
There
was
high
feasting
that
night
in
my
cabin
.
We
invited
the
captain
of
the
man
-
of
-
war
—
one
could
hardly
do
less
,
it
seemed
to
me
—
and
the
Princess
took
one
end
of
the
table
and
I
took
the
other
,
and
the
captain
was
very
kind
and
nice
,
and
told
us
fairy
-
stories
,
and
asked
us
both
to
come
and
stay
with
him
next
Christmas
,
and
promised
we
should
have
some
hunting
,
on
real
ponies
.
When
he
left
I
gave
him
some
ingots
and
things
,
and
saw
him
into
his
boat
;
and
then
I
went
round
the
ship
and
addressed
the
crew
in
several
set
speeches
,
which
moved
them
deeply
,
and
with
my
own
hands
loaded
up
the
carronade
with
grape
-
shot
till
it
ran
over
at
the
mouth
.
This
done
,
I
retired
into
the
cabin
with
the
Princess
,
and
locked
the
door
.
And
first
we
started
the
musical
box
,
taking
turns
to
wind
it
up
;
and
then
we
made
toffee
in
the
cabin
-
stove
;
and
then
we
ran
the
train
round
and
round
the
room
,
and
through
and
through
the
tunnel
;
and
lastly
we
swam
the
tin
ironclad
in
the
bath
,
with
the
soap
-
dish
for
a
pirate
.
Next
morning
the
air
was
rich
with
spices
,
porpoises
rolled
and
gambolled
round
the
bows
,
and
the
South
Sea
Islands
lay
full
in
view
(
they
were
the
REAL
South
Sea
Islands
,
of
course
—
not
the
badly
furnished
journeymen
-
islands
that
are
to
be
perceived
on
the
map
)
.
As
for
the
pirate
brigantine
and
the
man
-
of
-
war
,
I
don
’
t
really
know
what
became
of
them
.
They
had
played
their
part
very
well
,
for
the
time
,
but
I
wasn
’
t
going
to
bother
to
account
for
them
,
so
I
just
let
them
evaporate
quietly
.
The
islands
provided
plenty
of
fresh
occupation
.
For
here
were
little
bays
of
silvery
sand
,
dotted
with
land
-
crabs
;
groves
of
palm
-
trees
wherein
monkeys
frisked
and
pelted
each
other
with
cocoanuts
;
and
caves
,
and
sites
for
stockades
,
and
hidden
treasures
significantly
indicated
by
skulls
,
in
riotous
plenty
;
while
birds
and
beasts
of
every
colour
and
all
latitudes
made
pleasing
noises
which
excited
the
sporting
instinct
.
The
islands
lay
conveniently
close
together
,
which
necessitated
careful
steering
as
we
threaded
the
devious
and
intricate
channels
that
separated
them
.
Of
course
no
one
else
could
be
trusted
at
the
wheel
,
so
it
is
not
surprising
that
for
some
time
I
quite
forgot
that
there
was
such
a
thing
as
a
Princess
on
board
.
This
is
too
much
the
masculine
way
,
whenever
there
’
s
any
real
business
doing
.
However
,
I
remembered
her
as
soon
as
the
anchor
was
dropped
,
and
I
went
below
and
consoled
her
,
and
we
had
breakfast
together
,
and
she
was
allowed
to
“
pour
out
,
”
which
quite
made
up
for
everything
.
When
breakfast
was
over
we
ordered
out
the
captain
’
s
gig
,
and
rowed
all
about
the
islands
,
and
paddled
,
and
explored
,
and
hunted
bisons
and
beetles
and
butterflies
,
and
found
everything
we
wanted
.
And
I
gave
her
pink
shells
and
tortoises
and
great
milky
pearls
and
little
green
lizards
;
and
she
gave
me
guinea
-
pigs
,
and
coral
to
make
into
waistcoat
-
buttons
,
and
tame
sea
-
otters
,
and
a
real
pirate
’
s
powder
-
horn
.
It
was
a
prolific
day
and
a
long
-
lasting
one
,
and
weary
were
we
with
all
our
hunting
and
our
getting
and
our
gathering
,
when
at
last
we
clambered
into
the
captain
’
s
gig
and
rowed
back
to
a
late
tea
.
