LIFE AND TIMES OF THE FREEBOOTERS AND BUCCANNEERS
"My iron fist will lead you till it freezes in Hell!" Cheers rang out at this promise. Hanging by the foot from a spar, the one-armed man begged for mercy. One Eyed Jack looked at him with his good eye and said, "may the sun cure your flesh and tan your stinking hide, you poxy cur!"
Black Hat stood ready. The shark's fin glided close by. "No, not that..." yelped the one-armed sea-dog. Black Hat threw his hat and it cut the rope. The one-armed man did not swim long.
"Hurray for the cap'n!" roared the shipmates. "Caramba, that seems a little harsh" muttered Luis. The new cook, T. Bone, glared...
"Maybe you want a swim too, eh?" he growled. "No senor, i beg of you... I say nothing". "Then shut your gob and do as you're told! Three knocks if you want to enter the cap'n's cabin... And forget
One-Arm. His cooking was only fit for swine!"