I was completely in their power, so I stood helplessly beside the pirate watching the crew of the boat as they landed on the beach.

For an instant I contemplated rushing over the cliff into the sea, but this I saw I could not now accomplish, as some of the men were already between me and the water.
There was a good deal of jesting at the success of their scheme, as the crew ascended the rocks and addressed the man who had captured me by the title of captain.

They were a ferocious set of men, with shaggy beards and scowling brows.

All of them were armed with cutlasses and pistols, and their costumes were, with trifling variations, similar to that of the captain.

As I looked from one to the other, and observed the low, scowling brows, that never unbent, even when the men laughed, and the mean, rascally expression that sat on each face, I felt that my life hung by a hair.
"But where are the other cubs ?" cried one of the men, with an oath that made me shudder.