Mor'n thet, we know how ter use 'em.

Now see here, Gates; thar's no reason why we should beat about the bush--fact is we're sea rovers." "Sea rovers--pirates, sir ?" "Bah! what's a name! We take what we want; it's our trade, that's all.
No worse than many another.

The question is, are yer goin' ter take a chance 'long with us?
It's the only life, lad--plenty of fun, the best of liquor and pretty girls, with a share in all the swag." "What is the name of this bark ?" "The _Namur_--sailed out o' Rotterdam till we took her." "Whut wus yer in when ye took her ?" "The _Vengeance_, a three-masted schooner, the fastest thing afloat.
She's south in West India waters." "Who's the captain ?" "Silva Sanchez." "Gawd! Sanchez--not--not 'Black Sanchez ?'" "That's him; so yer've heerd o' 'Black Sanchez ?' Well, we're sailin' 'long with him, all right, mate, an' yer ought ter know whut thet means fer a good man." I hesitated, yet only long enough to leave the impression I sought to make on them both.
"Likely thar ain't no sailor but whut has heerd o' him," I said slowly.

"Enyhow, I sure have.

I can't say thet I have any special hankerin' after bein' a pirate, an' I never aimed ter be one; but, seem' as how I am yere on this bark, an' can't easy get away, it don't look like thar wus much choice, does it ?" LeVere appeared amused in his way, which was not a pleasant one.
"Oh, yes, friend, there is choice enough.