Captain Blood
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When Captain Blood goes to sea, he locks the doors and windows of his house on Cow Island personally. One never knows what sort of person might ce by, while one is away.When Captain Blood, at sea, paces the deck, he usually paces the foredeck rather thaerdeck -- a matter of personal preference. He keeps marmalade and a spider monkey in his , and four perukes on stands.
When Captain Blood, at sea, discovers that he is pursued by the Dutch Admiral Van Tromp, he siders throwing the women overboard. So that they will drift, like so many giant lotuses in their green, lavender, purple and blue gowns, across Van Tromps path, and he will have to stop and pick them up. Blood will have the women fitted with life jackets uheir dresses. They will hardly be in much da all. But what about the jaws of sea turtles? No, the women ot be thrown overboard. Vile, vile! What an idiotic idea! What could he have been thinking of? Of the patterns they would have made floating on the surface of the water, in the moonlight, a cerise gown, a silver gown. . .
Captain Blood presents a fa?ade of steely imperturbability.
He is p over his charts, promising everyohat things will get better. There has not bee of booty in the last eight months. Should he try another course? Another o? The men have been quite det about the situation. Nothing has been said. Still, its nerve-rag.
When Captain Blood retires for the night (leaving orders that he be called instantly if something es up) he reads, usually. Or smokes, thinking calmly of last things.
His hideous reputation should not, strictly speaking, be painted in the horrible colors arily employed. <big></big>Many a man walks the streets of Panama City, or Port Royal, or San Lorenzo, alive and well, who would have been stuck through the gizzard with a rapier, or smashed in the brain with a b pike, had it not been for Bloods swift, cheerful intervention. Of course, there are times when severe measures are unavoidable. At these times he does not flinch, but takes appropriate a with admirable steadiness. There are no two ways about it: when one looses a seventy-fun broadside against the fragile hull of another vessel, os age.
Blood at dawn, a solitary figure pag the foredeck.
No other sail in sight. He reaches into the pocket of his blue velvet jacket trimmed with silver lace. His hand closes over three round, white objects: mothballs. In disgust, he throws them over the side. One makes ones luck, he thinks. Reag into another pocket, he withdraws a folded part tied with ribbon. Uning the little packet, he finds that it is a memo that he wrote to himself ten months earlier. "Dolphin, Captain Darbraunce, 120 tons, cargo silver, paprika, bananas, sailing Mar. 10 Havana. Be there!" Chug, Blood goes off to seek his mate, Oglethorpe -- that laughing blond giant of a man.
Who will be aboard this vessel which is now within on-shot? wonders Captain Blood. Rich people, I hope, with pretty gold and silver things aplenty.
"Short John, where is Mr. Oglethorpe?"
"I am not Short John, sir. I am John-of-Orkney."
"Sorry, John. Has Mr. Oglethorpe carried out my instrus?"
"Yes, sir. He is forward, croug over the bombard, lit cheroot in hand, ready to fire."
"Well, fire then."
"Fire!"
BAM!
"The other captain d<tt>?t>oesnt uand what is happening to him!"
"Hes not heaving to!"
"Hes ign us!"
"The dolt!"
"Fire again!"
BAM!
"That did it!"
"Hes turning into the wind!"
"Hes dropped anchor!"
"Hes l sail!"
"Very well, Mr. Oglethorpe. You may prepare to board."
"Very well, Peter."
"And Jeremy --"
"Yes, Peter?"
"I know weve had rather a thin time of it these last few months."
"Well it hasnt been so bad, Peter. A little slow, perhaps --"
"Well, before we board, Id like you to vey to the men my appreciation for their patience. Patiend, I may say, tact."
"We knew youd turn up something, Peter."
"Just tell them for me, will you?"
Always a wonderful moment, thinks Captain Blood. Preparing to board. Pistol in one hand, naked cutlass iher. Dropping lightly to the deck of the engrappled vessel, backed by ones grinning, leering, disorderly, rapacious crew who are heless uhe strictest bueer disciplihere to front the little band of fear-crazed victims shrinking from the entirely possible age. Among them, several beautiful women, but one really spectacular beautiful woman who stands a bit apart from her sisters, clutg a machete with which she intends, against all reason, to --
When Captain Blood celebrates the acquisition of a rich prize, he goes down to the galley himself and cooks tallarines a la Catalana (noodles, spare ribs, almonds, pis) for all hands. The name of the captured vessel is entered in a little book along with the names of all the others he has captured in a long career. Here are some of them: the Oxford, the Luis, the Fortuhe Lambe, the Jamaica Mert, the Betty, the Prosperous, the Endeavor, the Fal, the Boure, the stant Thomas, the Marquesa, the Se?ora del Carmen, the Recovery, the Maria Gloriosa, the Virgin Queen, the Esmerelda, the Havana, the San Felipe, the Steadfast. . .
The true bueer is not persuaded that God is not <cite>?99ｌｉｂ?</cite>on his side, too -- especially if, as is often the case, he turned pirate after some monstrously unjust thing was doo him, such as being press-ganged into one or another of the Royal Navies when he was merely ily having a drink at a waterfront tavern, or having been fio the stinking dungeons of the Inquisition just for making some idle, thoughtless, light remark. Therefore, Blood feels himself to be devout in his own way, and has endowed dles burning in churches in most of the great cities of the New World. Although not under his own name.
Captain Blood roams ceaselessly, making daring raids. The average raid yields something like 20,000 pieces-of-eight, which is apportioned fairly among the crew, with wounded meing more acc to the gravity of their wounds. A cut ear is worth two pieces, a cut-off ear worth ten to twelve. The scale of payments for injuries is posted in the forecastle.
When he is on land, Blood is fusedbbr></abbr> and troubled by the life of cities, where every passing stranger may, for no reason, assault him, if the stranger so chooses. And ihe strangers mere presence, multiplied many times over, is a kind of assault. Merely having to take into at all these hurrying others is a blistering occupation. This does not happen on a ship, or on a sea.
An amusing i: Captain Blood has overhauled a naval vessel, has caused her to drop anchor (on this particular></a> voyage he is sailing with three other ships under his and and a total enlistment of nearly ohousand men) and is now interviewing the arrested captain in his full of marmalade jars and new perukes.
"And what may your name be, sir? If I may ask?"
"Jones, sir."
"What kind of a name is that? English, I take it?"
"No, its Ameri, sir."
"Ameri? What is an Ameri?"
"America is a new nation among the nations of the world."
"Ive not heard of it. Where is it?"
"North of here, north a. Its a very small nation, at present, and has only been a nation for about two years."
"But the name of your ship is French."
"Yes it is. It is named in honor of Benjamin Franklin, one of our Ameri heroes."
"Bon Homme Richard? What has that to do with Benjamin or Franklin?"
"Well its an allusion to an almanac Dr. Franklin published called --"
"You weary me, sir. You are captured, Ameri or no, so tell me -- do you surrender, with all your men, fittings, cargo and whatever?"
"Sir, I have not yet begun to fight."
"Captain, this is madness. We have you pletely surrounded. Furthermore there is a great hole in your hull below the waterline where our warning shot, which was slightly miscalculated, bashed in your timbers. You are taking water at a fearsome rate. And still you wish to fight?"
"It is the pluck of us Ameris, sir. We are just that way. Our tiny nation has to be pluckier than most if it is to survive among the bigger, older nations of the world."
"Well, bless my soul. Jones, you are the dam goatsucker I ever did see. Stab me if I am not tempted to let you go scot-free, just because of your amazing pluck."
"No sir, I insist on fighting. As founder of the Ameriaval tradition, I must set a good example."
"Jones, return to your vessel and be off."
"No, sir, I will fight to the last shred of vas, for the honor of America."
"Jones, even in America, wherever it is, you must have entered the word ninny. "
"Oh. I see. Well then. I think well be weighing anchor, Captain, with your permission."
"Choose your occasions, Captain. And God be with you."
Blood, at dawn, a solitary figure pag the fore-deck. The world of piracy is wide, and at the same time, narrow. One be gallant all day long, and still end up with a spider monkey for a wife. And what does his mother think of him?
The favorite dance of Captain Blood is the grave and haunting Catalonian sardana, in which the partits join hands fag each other to form a ring which gradually bees larger, then smaller, then larger again. It is danced without smiling, for the most part. He frequently dahis with his men, in the middle of the o, after lunch, to the music of a single silver trumpet.
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