So Dickory was now to be satisfied, and even to admit that there might be some good common sense in these remarks of that most uncommon pirate, Captain Bonnet.
So the Revenge, with her tender, sailed southward, through the fair West-Indian waters and by the fair West-Indian isles, to join herself to the piratical fleet generally to be found in the waters of Honduras.
A GIRL TO THE FRONT
The days were getting very long at Spanish Town, although there were no more hours of sunlight than was usual at the season; and even the optimism of Dame Charter was scarcely able to brighten her own soul, much less that of Kate Bonnet, who had almost forgotten what it was to be optimistic. Poor Mr. Delaplaine, whose life had begun to cheer up wonderfully since the arrival of his niece and her triumphant entry into the society of the town, became more gloomy than he had been since the months which followed the death of his wife. Over and over did he wish that his brother-in-law Bonnet had long since been shut up in some place where his eccentricities could do no harm to his fellow-creatures, especially to his most lovely daughter.
Mistress Kate Bonnet was not a girl to sit quietly under the tremendous strain which bore upon her after the departure of the Badger. How could she be contented or even quiet at any moment, when at that moment that heartless Captain Vince might have his sword raised above the head of her unfortunate father?
“Uncle,” she said, “I cannot bear it any longer, I must do something.”
“But, my dear,” he asked, looking down upon her with infinite affection, “what can you do? We are here upon an immovable island, and your father and Captain Vince are sailing upon the sea, nobody knows where.”
“I thought about it all last night,” said Kate, “and this is what I will do. I will go to the Governor; I will tell him all about my father. I do not think it will be wrong even to tell him why I think his mind has become unsettled, for if that woman in Bridgetown has behaved wickedly, her wickedness should be known. Then I will ask him to give me written authority to take my father wherever I may find him, and to bring him here, where it shall be decided what shall be done with him; and I am sure the decision will be that he must be treated as a man whose mind is not right, and who should be put somewhere where he can have nothing to do with ships.”
This was all quite childish to Mr. Delaplaine, but for Kate’s dear sake he treated her scheme seriously.
“But tell me, my dear,” said he, “how are you going to find your father, and in what way can you bring him back here with you?”
“The first thing to do,” said Kate, “is to hire a ship; I know that my little property will yield me money enough for that. As for bringing him back, that’s for me to do. With my arms around his neck he cannot be a pirate captain. And think of it, uncle! If my arms are not soon around his neck, it may be the hangman’s rope which will be there. That is, if he is not killed by that revengeful Captain Vince.”