But he was still intrigued.

If she were a little less uncompromising in her attitude towards Blood, his lordship would have been happier.
He found the Captain pacing the quarter-deck, a man mentally exhausted from wrestling with the Devil, although of this particular occupation his lordship could have no possible suspicion.

With the amiable familiarity he used, Lord Julian slipped an arm through one of the Captain's, and fell into step beside him.
"What's this ?" snapped Blood, whose mood was fierce and raw.

His lordship was not disturbed.
"I desire, sir, that we be friends," said he suavely.
"That's mighty condescending of you!" Lord Julian ignored the obvious sarcasm.
"It's an odd coincidence that we should have been brought together in this fashion, considering that I came out to the Indies especially to seek you." "Ye're not by any means the first to do that," the other scoffed.

"But they've mainly been Spaniards, and they hadn't your luck." "You misapprehend me completely," said Lord Julian.