The domineering spirit of this boisterous sea urchin at length grew quite intolerable.  He was no respecter of persons; he contradicted the richest burghers without hesitation; he took possession of the sacred elbow chair, which time out of mind had been the seat of sovereignty of the illustrious Ramm Rapelye.  Nay, he even went so far in one of his rough jocular moods, as to slap that mighty burgher on the back, drink his toddy and wink in his face, a thing scarcely to be believed.  From this time Ramm Rapelye appeared no more at the inn; his example was followed by several of the most eminent customers, who were too rich to tolerate being bullied out of their opinions, or being obliged to laugh at another man’s jokes.  The landlord was almost in despair, but he knew not how to get rid of this sea monster and his sea-chest, which seemed to have grown like fixtures, or excrescences on his establishment.

Such was the account whispered cautiously in Wolfert’s ear, by the narrator, Peechy Prauw, as he held him by the button in a corner of the hall, casting a wary glance now and then towards the door of the bar-room, lest he should be overheard by the terrible hero of his tale.

Wolfert took his seat in a remote part of the room in silence; impressed with profound awe of this unknown, so versed in freebooting history.  It was to him a wonderful instance of the revolutions of mighty empires, to find the venerable Ramm Rapelye thus ousted from the throne; a rugged tarpaulin dictating from his elbow chair, hectoring the patriarchs, and filling this tranquil little realm with brawl and bravado.

The stranger was on this evening in a more than usually communicative mood, and was narrating a number of astounding stories of plunderings and burnings upon the high seas.  He dwelt upon them with peculiar relish, heightening the frightful particulars in proportion to their effect on his peaceful auditors.  He gave a long swaggering detail of the capture of a Spanish merchantman.  She was laying becalmed during a long summer’s day, just off from an island which was one of the lurking places of the pirates.  They had reconnoitred her with their spy-glasses from the shore, and ascertained her character and force.  At night a picked crew of daring fellows set off for her in a whale boat.  They approached with muffled oars, as she lay rocking idly with the undulations of the sea and her sails flapping against the masts.  They were close under her stern before the guard on deck was aware of their approach.  The alarm was given; the pirates threw hand grenades on deck and sprang up the main chains sword in hand.