Whether that's the game he played or not I can't tell ye; but here he is afore me as I'd expected he would be." There was a great historian lost in Wolverstone.

He had the right imagination that knows just how far it is safe to stray from the truth and just how far to colour it so as to change its shape for his own purposes.
Having delivered himself of his decoction of fact and falsehood, and thereby added one more to the exploits of Peter Blood, he enquired where the Captain might be found.

Being informed that he kept his ship, Wolverstone stepped into a boat and went aboard, to report himself, as he put it.
In the great cabin of the Arabella he found Peter Blood alone and very far gone in drink--a condition in which no man ever before remembered to have seen him.

As Wolverstone came in, the Captain raised bloodshot eyes to consider him.

A moment they sharpened in their gaze as he brought his visitor into focus.