He had had a long rest from the position of a pirate captain, and he had not failed to take advantage of the lessons which had been involuntarily given him by the veteran scoundrels who had held him in contempt.

He was now, to a great extent, sailing-master as well as captain of the Revenge; but Ben Greenway, who was much given to that sort of thing, undertook to offer Bonnet some advice in regard to his course.
"I am no sailor," said he, "but I ken a chart when I see it, an' it is my opeenion that there is no need o' your sailin' so far to the east before ye turn about southward.

There is naething much stickin' out from the coast between here an' St.Thomas." Bonnet looked at the Scotchman with lofty contempt.
"Perhaps you can tell me," said he, "what there is stickin' out from the coast between here and Ocracoke Inlet, where you yourself told me that Blackbeard had gone with the one sloop he kept for himself ?" "Blackbeard!" shouted the Scotchman, "an' what in the de'il have ye got to do wi' Blackbeard ?" "Do with that infernal dog ?" cried Bonnet, "I have everything to do with him before I do aught with anybody or anything besides.

He stole from me my possessions, he degraded me from my position, he made me a laughing-stock to my men, and he even made me blush and bow my head with shame before my daughter and my brother-in-law, two people in whose sight I would have stood up grander and bolder than before any others in the world.

He took away from me my sword and he gave me instead a wretched pen; he made me nothing where I had been everything.