Niggah folks all go to her fur hoodoos an' chahms an' I reckon she mus' be close on two hun' yeahs ole." Captain Balbo who was laying close by did not seem to pay much attention to the story of Port Royal Tom.

He had heard it often before; but he pricked up his ears when Lucinda was mentioned and eagerly questioned the pilot as to her present whereabouts.

Turning to Paul, he said: "Oi've heard a good dale about, this fortune-teller, an' Oi intind to visit her; she may be able to put us onto somethin' good" Paul laughed at the idea of her knowing anything about wrecks or sunken treasure; but the captain persisted in his determination to find her when they landed.
The wind having dropped, the schooner was becalmed and lazily pitched around on the gentle swell.

The captain called loudly to his help- mate Betsy to bring up some fresh cigars and a bottle of grog and settled himself more comfortably on deck to enjoy the pilot's stories.
"Have you ever seen Port Royal Tom ?" Paul asked the captain.
"No," responded the Captain; "but a frind av moine did an' ye may rest ashured that he is around here somewhere.

Oi wouldn't be surprised if he were in the ould ware-house that our frind, the pilot mintioned." "I guess yo' see a great many shahks in yoah time, massa Cap'in:" said the pilot.
"Yis," responded the captain, "Oi saw lots av thim." He nudged Paul with his foot and a merry twinkle lit his eyes.