The crew of the pirate sloop crowded themselves along her sides, and even mounted into her shrouds, waving their hats and shouting as the boat moved away.

The cook was the loudest shouter, and his ragged hat waved highest.

And, as Dame Charter shook her handkerchief above her head and gazed back at her savage friend, there was a moisture in her eyes.

Up to this moment she never would have believed that she would have grieved to depart from a pirate vessel and to leave behind a pirate cook.
Lucilla watched carefully the newcomers as they ascended to the deck of the Black Swan.

"That is the girl," she said to herself, "and I am not surprised." A little later she remarked to Captain Ichabod, who sat by her: "Are they mother and daughter, those two ?" "Oh, no," said he.