He remembered the captain's protests fifteen days before over the lack of good cargo in Naples, and his desire to leave without loss of time.
Upon returning aboard, the mate would at once hunt Caragol, and both would comment on the changes in their chief.

Toni had found him an entirely different man, with beard shaved, wearing his best clothes, and displaying in the arrangement of his person a most minute nicety, a decided wish to please.

The rude pilot had even come to believe that he had detected, while talking to him, a certain feminine perfume like that of their blonde visitor.
This news was the most unbelievable of all for Caragol.
"Captain Ferragut perfumed!...

The captain scented!...

The wretch!" And he threw up his arms, his blind eyes seeking the brandy bottles and the oil flasks, in order to make them witnesses of his indignation.
The two men were entirely agreed as to the cause of their despair.