After a gentle ride to kill time required to an imagined interview at
the Governor’s House, they galloped back into town, that they horses
should appear in a fine lather. Re-entering the inn, Syn called for pen
and paper, and in the privacy of his room, settled down to writing
carefully, while Mipps sat a smoking and watching.
Presently Syn remarked, “‘Tis a good thing remembering what a man’s
handwriting is like. I r ecollect Black Nick’s very well. This paper we
may not need at all, but it is best to be prepared. I wish you to sign
your name here
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as witness, beneath this signature of the Governor’s clerk. Black Nick
has already put his name, as you see.”
Mipps grinned and signed, then added, “How do you know there’s a
Governor’s clerk?”
“Because the Governor is Spanish and therefore lazy. Of course, he
would have a clerk. This document makes it quite clear that Black Nick
has made voer his ship to me. Very kind, I swear. He states, too, that I
have paid for it in full. Now, let us take a boat and a closer look at
the St. Nicholas.”
Saying which, Syn placed the paper in his pocket, let the way out on
to the quay and engaged a boat. It was then, mid -afternoon with a fine
breeze blowing.
“Just the weather for sailing, and like old times, Master Carpenter,”
said Syn cheerfully. “She is a fine ship by the looks of her. We must
give her designer his due. She seems fit to withstand heavy weather, in
that she could cut through it. A fine length of mast, too, all three of
them. And a fine stretch of canvas she can carry. I long to stretch my
sea legs on her decks. I think she’ll ride very prettily, Mister Mipps.”
“I think so, too, sir,” replied Mipps, looking up with great
admiration at the black hull brightened with brass cannon. “A frigate of
fifty guns, I take her.”
“Aye, and she’s capable of a lot,” added Syn. “Heavy work; light
work; quick work.”
“And dirty work,” grinned Mipps.
Grasping the rope-ladder alongside from the tossing boat, Syn,
followed by Mipps, climbed aboard, and was received at the gangway by
Tarragona.
“Ship is ready for sea?” asked Syn.
“All ready, Captain Clegg,” the officer answered.
“Then pipe all hands on deck. I have something to say to the men for
their advantage,” and Syn, swaggering to the companion ladder, climbed
up to the poop-deck and leaned upon the rail.
Meanwhile from rigging and holds, the crew swarmed on to the main deck beneath him and stood s taring at the magnificent stranger who had
boasted to be their friend.
“All on deck, sir,” said an officer.
“All on deck, sir,” repeated Tarragona.
“Then bring me the ships’ sailing papers,” ordered Syn.
Tarragona brought him the papers from his cabin under the poop. Under
the eyes of the crew, Syn unfolded them, read them, and frowned. Then,
folding them again, he handed them to Mipps, who stood on duty beside
him and produced the document which he had forged at the inn. This he
read through carefully and then let it trail over the rail, from his
hand so that all could see.
“My lads,” he said, “I have had a serious difference, over this
voyage, with Black Nick. The unfair way in which he has kept you aboard,
while he drinks with the Governor infuriated me. Although he has engaged
a pirate crew, he had no intention of hoisting the black flag. Well, we
are going to hoist it now, and if Black Nick thinks we are going to
escort treasure-ships tamely to Spain, he is mighty mistaken. That
treasure will be more valuable to us, when we lock our own share in our
own seachests. Though I have taken over the ship from him, he still
expects me to wait for him so that he and his family may have a free
passage to Havana. His chests are aboard, but we must wa it till it
pleases him to finish his drunken bout with the Governor. We’ll have
look at these chests. They shall be your first prize. Now, who is for
joining under new articles better than ever? I promise you that if any
refuse, he is at
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liberty to swim for the harbour before we sail, and no harm done. I take
it none of you are pirates for the fun of the thing, though I promise
you, many a merry time when duty’s done. No, like myself, you are
pirates in order to get rich quickly. Hard work and dangers, and then
money to spend ashore like gentlemen. Now, I know that I am the man for
you, and you the men for me. It was I, Captain Clegg, who killed Black
Satan, the notorious but hated Negro captain, in fair fight. With the
help of this gallent sea -dog by my side, my master carpenter, I captured
his pirate vessel, the Sulphur Pit, and filled her with the treasures
from our prizes. As then, I promise you that I’ll be first to board any
ship we think is worth the t aking, and, if you wish, I’ll prove my
swordsmanship against any three, you care to match against me. But why
spill our blood when we want other’s treasure? Now, let’s serve out
double grog, and then to sea. What say you?
At this the whole crew fell into cheering, and when a great barrel of
rum was tapped, their enthusiasm knew no bounds.
Drinking as heavily as any, Syn then shouted, “Bring tools to pry
open Black Nick’s chests. And now, my lads, though he never meant to
hoist it, no doubt there’s a Jolly Roger in the flag locker? If so,
let’s hoist it to show our true colours and our teeth.”
One of the crew cried out that they had one below which they had
planned to hoist if Black Nick wish it or not.
“Fetch it,” cried Syn heartily. “You’ll have no cause to mutiny now.”
At once, a great black flag was produced by the crew, with a white
skull-and-crossbones painted on it.
“Splendid!” cried Syn. “Mister Tarragona, since our course is nor’
east, we shall pass in sight of the Governor’s House, where Black Nick
drinks and laughs at our waiting for him. Keep your eyes skinned, sir,
and when we are abreast of it, strike the St. Nicholas and run up that
Jolly Roger. At the same time, let ‘em have a Governor’s salute. Aye, a
broadside of the lee -guns, and see there’s shot in ‘em. Now, my lads,
put a deck stopper on the cable, and then cut the cable, abaft it. Hoist
the jib and when I sing out, stand by the slip. Shake a leg, my jolly
dogs. Topsail halyards. Stand by to slip. Slip the cable. Hoist away .”
Then he broke into his chanty in a ringing voice:
“Oh, here’s to the feet what have walked the plank,
Yo-ho for the dead man’s trottle,
And here’s to the corpses afloat in the tank,
And the dead man’s teeth in the bottle.”
With the running of ropes, the rattle of running blocks, the crack of
filling canvas, and with the straining of every plank, the St. Nicholas
leapt through the waves in obedience to her new master.
Chapter 16
The Red-Beared Planter
In the Governor’s House, His Spanish Excellence and his guests, Black
Nick and a great giant, with a luxuriant red beard of Scottish descent,
he boasted, called McCallum at that time, played cards and drank. Black
Nick’s wife, the beautiful Imogene Almago, was forced to make the
fourth, but since the gentlemen were drunk, she came in for the little
balance in playing carelessly. Her attention was listless for the cards,