At that moment Lucilla did not care greatly about sails, there was so much to be said about Barbadoes.
There was a good deal of talking forward, and after a while the captain walked to the quarter-deck.

He was a gruff man and his face was troubled.
"I am sorry to say," he growled, "that the ship we have sighted is a pirate; she flies the black flag." Now there was no more talk about Barbadoes, or what had happened to old friends, and the sewing dropped on the deck.

Those poor Manders were chilled to the soul.

Were they again to be taken by pirates?
"Captain," cried Mander, "what can we do, can we run away from them ?" "We could not run away from their guns," growled the captain, "and there is nothing to do.

They intend to take this brig, and that's the reason they have run up their skull and bones.