She was afraid of the men, and did not even want to look at them if she could help it.
"But the good woman's all wrong," said Captain Ichabod to Mr.
Delaplaine; "my men would not hurt her.

They're not the most tremendous kind of pirates, anyway, for I could not afford that sort.

I have often thought that I could make more profitable voyages if I had a savager lot of men.

I'll tell you, sir, we once tried to board a big Spanish galleon, and the beastly foreigners beat us off, bedad, and we had a hard time of it gettin' away.

There are three or four good fellows in the crew, tough old rascals who came with the sloop when I bought her, but most of my men are but poor knaves, and not to be afraid of." This comfort Mr.Delaplaine kept to himself, and on the second day out, the food which was served to them being most wretchedly cooked, Dame Charter ventured into the galley to see if she could do anything in the way of improvement.
"I think you may eat this," she said, when she returned to Kate, "but I don't think that anything on board is fit for you.