Haines tells me your name is Gates, and that you are English." "That's right; I shipped first out of Bristol." "So did I, mate--twenty years ago though, and I never went back since.
My name is Tom Watkins.

Let's shake; there is quite a sprinkling of us Britishers aboard, and we ought to hang together." He put out a big, hairy fist, and I gripped it heartily, decidedly liking the man as his eyes frankly met mine.

He appeared honest and square, a fine type of the English seaman.
"Tom Watkins, you said.

May I ask if you were out on the bow-sprit along with Haines last night ?" "Just afore the long-boat come in?
Yes, we were there." "Well, I was down below, hanging to the cable, and overheard you two talking together.

Somehow, Watkins, you do not seem to me to fit in exactly with this gang of pirates; you don't look to be that sort.