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STAGE PLAN FOR “BIMBO”

STAGE PLAN FOR “BIMBO”

BIMBO, THE PIRATE

BIMBO, THE PIRATE

Note: “Visit the old jail and see the pirate Trickey’s Bible still preserved there.”—Description of York Village, Me.“The ‘Articles’ [rules for the government of George Lowther’s pirate ship] were sworn to ... on a Bible.... We have an Article which we are sworn to, which is, not to force any married Man to serve us.... No gaming for money at cards or dice was allowed under any circumstances. No women were allowed on board.... When a vessel was captured, if a woman was found on board a sentinel was placed over her immediately....First, You are to keep such good Orders among your said Briganteen’s Company that Swearing, Drunkenness and Prophaness be avoided, or duly Punished; And that God be duly worshiped.”—The Pirates of the New England Coast, by George Francis Dow and John Henry Edmonds.“On the Sabbath Day only such tasks were permitted as had to do with working of the Ship and there was no Diversion ... but to read books of a religious nature.”—Narrative of a Seaman Captured and Forced by Pirates.

Note: “Visit the old jail and see the pirate Trickey’s Bible still preserved there.”—Description of York Village, Me.

“The ‘Articles’ [rules for the government of George Lowther’s pirate ship] were sworn to ... on a Bible.... We have an Article which we are sworn to, which is, not to force any married Man to serve us.... No gaming for money at cards or dice was allowed under any circumstances. No women were allowed on board.... When a vessel was captured, if a woman was found on board a sentinel was placed over her immediately....First, You are to keep such good Orders among your said Briganteen’s Company that Swearing, Drunkenness and Prophaness be avoided, or duly Punished; And that God be duly worshiped.”—The Pirates of the New England Coast, by George Francis Dow and John Henry Edmonds.

“On the Sabbath Day only such tasks were permitted as had to do with working of the Ship and there was no Diversion ... but to read books of a religious nature.”—Narrative of a Seaman Captured and Forced by Pirates.

The rise of the curtain discloses a stage too dark to permit the audience to be sure of more than a single detail. This is a large brass lantern of feeble illumination; it hangs at about the middle of the stage, a little more than six feet above the floor, and is in motion, swinging slightly, as in response to a turbulence which has been made evident since a moment or two before the curtain’s ascent. The turbulence is manifested by a composite sound, somewhat muffled, the trampling of feet, bellowings and angry shoutings, and a rattle of drums; and the repeated blare of fierce trumpets. Thena girl’s voice is heard screaming in an anguish of fear and protest; for several moments the screams are heard above the other sounds, but end abruptly. There is a hoarse cheering; the trumpets are blown triumphantly to an accompaniment of drums; and then follows a short interval of silence; after which a door at the back of the stage is opened, a girl’s voice is heard to moan and murmur as if she panted for breath; there is the thump of a human body falling upon wood; and the faint light of the lantern allows us to see an indistinct figure prostrate upon the floor beneath it.

A HOARSE VOICEThere, missus! P’raps you’ll have sense enough to lay there! I never did know a prudent female make such a commotion!(Thus grumbling, theHoarse Voicewithdraws, the door closes, and silence follows, broken presently by the girl’s renewed moaning. ATroubled Voice,a man’s, speaks huskily out of the darkness at the right side of the stage.)THE TROUBLED VOICE(weakly)Who is that?THE GIRL(plaintively)Whose voice is that?THE TROUBLED VOICEIs that you? Lydia?THE GIRL(faintly)Robert? Is it Robert?ROBERT(of the troubled voice)Yes. They’ve lashed me beneath a table—or it might be a bench—and it’s bolted to the deck. What of you, Lydia?LYDIAMy hands are tied behind me. My ankles are lashed together.ROBERTVillains!LYDIA(faintly)Bloodhounds! Bloodhounds of the sea, Robert! (He groans; she goes on.) When they began leaping aboard us—ah, the horrid sight!—I saw you fighting among them. I tried to reach you——ROBERTI tried to come to you, Lydia!LYDIA(weeping)Dear heart, I saw it!ROBERT(faintly)I think my head is broke. I was struck into a swoon, Lydia, and knew naught till I found them lashing me beneath this bench. I can see a little. That lantern doesn’t look like one of ours. I thought they’d brought me to our captain’s cabin, but that lantern——LYDIA(interrupting him, faintly and with horror)No, no! Robert, don’t you know where we are?ROBERTIt hasn’t the feel of our own ship.LYDIANo; we’re in the other, Robert!ROBERT(feebly)We are?LYDIA(weeping)They dragged me across the rail and threw me here. This is the pirate ship, Robert.ROBERTThen may Providence have mercy on our souls!LYDIA(still weeping)I saw them lay hold of my father—he tried to struggle——(She sobs.)ROBERTStruggle? What could it boot? (He groans.) What booted anything? From our very sighting the strange sail we were done. No breeze for us in a flat sea—and he, with his great crew at oars, overhauling us; he came upon us like a shark to the body of a dead porpoise!LYDIAHark! They’re quiet now on the deck above us.ROBERTThey have the two ships lashed together, and they’re on ours, taking store of the plunder.LYDIA(shuddering)Will they murder all our crew, Robert—(with a sob)—and my father—and—and us?ROBERT(solemnly)We are in the hands of Providence, Lydia.LYDIA(weeping)Ah, no! In the hands of horrid pirates! (She sobs; is then quiet for a moment, and speaks in a tone of pathetic reflection.) How sudden it came upon us, Robert!ROBERTSudden? Aye, sudden as a tide wave in the Indy oceans; it’ll come out of a level sea and carry awayhalf your ship while you’re taking a puff o’ your pipe! Sudden’s the way of the sea, Lydia.LYDIAOh, I believe it! Was it only a little while ago you and I stood and watched the moon lift itself out of the water so quietly?ROBERTYes, at nightfall.LYDIAAnd we were happy—and didn’t know it! We thought we had trouble! We were afraid to tell my father that you and I had found love together; we were afraid of what he would say. How strange it seems now; we thought that was trouble!ROBERTAye, sweetheart; it’s strange.LYDIAWhen they come to us how will they murder us, Robert?ROBERT(groaning)I don’t know!LYDIAWill they throw us into the sea, tied as we are?ROBERTI can’t tell!LYDIADo you think they would be kind enough to murder us together—if I asked them? (He groans, not answering.) If I begged them, don’t you think they might, Robert?ROBERT(in a strangled voice)I—I hope so.LYDIAHark!ROBERTWhat do you hear?LYDIA(faintly)I think they are coming now. (There is silence; then she whispers.) Hark!(Silence again; after which a slight noise is heard; the door at the back of the stage is opened and a man appears there, carrying an iron lantern that affords a somewhat better view of the scene and of the three persons now animating it, though they and the place are still indistinct, the lights insufficient and the shadows heavy.The cabin walls are dark wood, hung irregularly with one or two strips of tapestry and some Oriental rugs. In each side wall are three small square windows, now covered by short red curtains; the ceiling, of brown wood, is low. Against the walls are several rough sea chests; there is a brass brazier with a grilled cover near the center of the cabin; and against the rear wall there is a tall cupboard, closed. A rough and heavy wooden table, six feet long, is upon the right of the stage and is set parallel with the side walls. Upon it are some articles of antique pattern; a large copper bowl, a painted wooden box with a padlock, some pewter mugs, a large ledger and a jar of long clay pipes.Beneath the tableRobertis seen stretched upon the floor. His wrists are lashed to the rearward legs of the table and his ankles to the others. He is an athletic young man, about twenty-seven, and is dressed with a little more elegance than one might expect to see upon the mate of a merchant ship in the year 1725, though at present his attire and long curled hair are naturallymuch disarranged. One of the sleeves of his coat is almost torn away; his neckwear, of linen, bordered with lace, is in tatters; and his forehead shows a cut from a sharp edge.Lydia,a beautiful maiden of eighteen or nineteen, is also a little too elegant for a rough sea voyage; and although her fineries are naturally rumpled by mishandling, she would otherwise receive favorable mention from the critics of St. James’s, for, likeRobert,she has been dressing to a lover’s eye. She now lies upon her side beneath the central lantern, her ankles tied, her wrists roped behind her, and her long, luxuriant curls disordered.The man who has just entered by the only door that leads into the cabin—upon the left at the back—is the pirate ship’sGunner.He is big in person, brawny, and brown-skinned. His long, coarse, black hair hangs about his face; a white cloth, stained with red, is bound round his head, covering one eye; and his cheeks and chin are blurred by two or three days’ growth of beard. He wears a gay but soiled kerchief at his throat, a green coat heavily ornamented with gold lace, loose yellow breeches almost to the ankles, and is barefooted. At his waist hangs a heavy cutlass.)THE GUNNER(as he enters)We’ll just have a better look at ye! We think belike you’re worth lookin’ at too!(He laughs chucklingly, moving to the right.)LYDIA(crying out and turning so that her face is away from him)No! You shall not look at me!THE GUNNER(halting, surprised)Eh? I didn’t mean you, missus. I mean this fine ladon his back here. (He goes toRobert,holds the lantern near him and stares at him.) Aye! A fine, lusty young man! I thought so. You give me a bit of a tousle, lad. It was you put this cut over my eye.ROBERTI’d put another over the other one if I——THE GUNNER(laughing harshly)Aye; I’d trust ye for that. I did a little to your own head. (He stoops and feels the top ofRobert’shead as he speaks.) I give ye a knob there to handle ye by.(He laughs and gives a pat of his heavy hand to the injury.)ROBERT(wincing)Don’t!THE GUNNER(repeating the pat)I put a fine knob on ye.ROBERT(in pain)Cut my throat and be done with it if that’s what you came for.THE GUNNER(straightening up)The captain’s comin’ to talk to ye.LYDIAOur captain?THE GUNNER(laughing)I guess he’s your captain now, missus. His honor, Captain Bimbo.LYDIAThe pirate captain?THE GUNNERAye, missus—his honor, Captain Deuteronomy Bimbo, Esquire, commodore of all the high seas of the worldand president of our company of one hunder’ and seventy-one free gen’lemen rovers and brave seamen!ROBERT(groaning)Bimbo? Is it the pirate Bimbo that’s taken us?THE GUNNER(astonished)Why, if you’re the seafarin’ body ye look to be I should think ye’d know it. Who but Bimbo and his company could have took a ship as neat as we took yours? Bimbo? I should say it is Bimbo!ROBERT(despairingly)Bimbo!LYDIAIs he worse than other pirates, Robert?ROBERTWe’re under the tiger’s claw, Lydia.THE GUNNER(contemptuously)You talk like an ignorant man. (Going to the windows at the right, he begins to set back the curtains, letting in a rosy light.) Sunrise is on the way; I’ll just give ye some light to see the “tiger” by, lad! (He crosses and opens the other curtains, talking as he does so.) And look that ye speak him respectful. It’s not every common mate of a merchant vessel he honors with his converse. Tiger, ye might find him, if ye scratch him.LYDIA(faltering)Have they—have they murdered—my father—yet?THE GUNNERWhich would he be now? Is it a fat old Lunnon merchantlike man in a brindle wig and gold buckles to his shoon?LYDIAYes. Have they——THE GUNNER(dryly)No. He’s not murdered yet.LYDIAWill they let me speak to him before they——THE GUNNERAsk Captain Bimbo, missus. (There is a flourish of trumpets outside.) That’ll be him now.LYDIA(shuddering)Ah!ROBERT(groaning)Bimbo!(Drums beat and the trumpets sound again; then the notorious sea rover and pirate captain,Deuteronomy Bimbo,strides into the cabin and comes to an abrupt halt, staring from one to the other of his prostrate captives.He is a straight-standing, lean, active man of thirty-five, so deeply tanned that his swarthiness might make him seem almost a mulatto; and yet, with his long, black, carefully curled hair framing his face, he is neither an ugly man nor, in spite of the sharp severity of his expression, is he of an aspect obviously sinister. He is scrupulously dressed; has fine lace at his throat; wears a brocaded black-and-crimson coat, black silk waistcoat and black silk breeches and stockings, with silver buckles to his shoes. There is a dark crimson sash about his waist, with a bandolier of the same color passing over his left shoulder; and attached by crimson silk ribbons to the sash and bandolier are eight pistols. He carries no sword or cutlass, but has a great plumed hat in his hand.)BIMBO(to theGunner,sharply, with a brief gesture towardRobert)Make the gentleman easy.(He goes on decisively to the table, tosses his hat upon it and picks up the ledger.)THE GUNNERAye, your honor. (He proceeds at once to releaseRobertfrom his lashings.) A fine, strong, active seaman he is too.BIMBO(growlingly)D’ye think I’ve no eyes?(He is intent upon the ledger, which he has opened.)THE GUNNER(continuing his task)I put a knob on his head for a handle to him if we need one.(Chuckling, he patsRobert’shead again.Robertwinces, groaning.)BIMBOHa’ done!(He seats himself at the table, studying the ledger.)THE GUNNER(completing his task)There, lad! His honor gives ye lief to stretch out the kinks in ye.ROBERT(rising quickly, though painfully)Lydia!(He rushes to her, bending over to unfasten her wrists.)THE GUNNER(following threateningly)Here! His honor didn’t say you could——BIMBO(interrupting sharply, without looking up from the ledger, in which he has begun to write with a quill pen)Stand where you are. Let him alone.(TheGunnerinstantly obeys.)ROBERT(untyingLydia)Lydia, poor child! Lydia!LYDIA(whimpering)Poor Robert!(As she rises he instantly puts her behind him and stands upon the defensive, facing theGunnerandBimbo.)ROBERT(with a gleam in his eye)We’re not done yet, Lydia.(He grips the back of a heavy wooden chair.)THE GUNNER(threateningly)What’s in your mind to do with that chair?ROBERT(ominously)I think I could kill one man with it—two, I hope.BIMBO(not looking up)Don’t lift that chair.ROBERT(fiercely)Won’t I?(He moves suddenly to swing the chair up as a weapon, but, although he struggles with it, cannot move it. He groans, and theGunnerlaughs loudly.)THE GUNNER(laughing)It’s only bolted to the deck! Heave her up, cully!BIMBO(still preoccupied with his writing)We keep the seas longer than you of the merchant ships, mate. We can’t let much lie about loose. Don’tbrain us with the chair; sit in it. (He glances across at them authoritatively.) You in that one, madam. (He points to another chair nearRobert’s.They stare at him; he stares back, and after a moment they obey him.Bimbolooks atRobert.) I suppose you’re in a puzzle what we’ll do with you, mate.ROBERTI’ve faced death before this.BIMBO(throwing down his pen impatiently)You expect to have your throat cut, do you?ROBERT(swallowing)When you give the word for it. What else?BIMBO(to theGunner,angrily)You hear him?THE GUNNER(gloomily)Aye! It’s the way of our calling!BIMBO(disgustedly)It’s sickening! (He gets up and paces the floor angrily for a moment or two, then turns sharply toRobert.) You think that’s all we want of a man like you—a man that fought a hundred of us when not another of your whole ship’s company lifted a cutlass! You think all we want of you is to slit your guzzlet, do you? Aye! You do! From the look of your fool face I see it. Sickening!ROBERT(huskily)Then what do you want? To hang me instead of cutting my throat?BIMBOFaugh! (He turns back to the table and throws himself in his chair. The two captives watch him, terrorized,and as at some resentful thought he strikes the table with his clenched fist,Lydiautters a little cry. He stares at her fiercely.) What, mistress?LYDIANothing.(Shivers.)BIMBO(gruffly to theGunner)Send us Brimstone with fire.LYDIA(crying out at this faintly)Ah!(TheGunnergoes out promptly.)BIMBOWhat?LYDIA(weakly)Brimstone and fire! For—what?BIMBOFor you.ROBERTFor her?BIMBOWho else? D’ye think I want ’em for me? For you, mistress!(He begins to apply himself to the ledger.)LYDIA(appealingly)Robert!(She rises, and so doesRobert.)ROBERT(hoarsely)Lydia!(She clings to him.)BIMBO(standing up angrily)Stand away from that woman!LYDIARobert——BIMBO(roaring)Stand away from her!(He overawes them, and slowly their arms fall from each other. Staring miserably at him all the while, they resume their seats.)BIMBO(grunting)That’s better!(He returns to his seat and the ledger. The door opens andLydiaandRobertturn apprehensively as another pirate enters. He is dressed much as is theGunner,but is gaunt and of an extreme and unnatural pallor, his eyes glistening dishearteningly from dark hollows. He carries a pan of smoking hot embers.)LYDIA(horrified)Robert!(Roberthalf rises.)BIMBO(fiercely)Sit where you are! (Robertsinks into his seat.Bimboexplains.) It’s Brimstone and hot coals that I sent for.LYDIA(appealing to the man with the coals)Don’t hurt me! Don’t hurt me! Don’t——BIMBOHe’s deaf and dumb, mistress.LYDIA(choking)Oh!(TheDeaf-and-Dumb Manmakes an unpleasant vocal sound, looking atBimbo,who points to the brazier. The man dumps his coals in the brazier and stands beside it. The brazier glows.LydiaandRobertstare at it inanguish. TheDeaf-and-Dumb Manlooks atBimboinquiringly, and the latter waves his hand. TheDeaf-and-Dumb Manretires to a position near the door.Lydia,panting, sinks down in her chair.)ROBERT(hoarsely)I have my hands free. They shan’t touch you, sweetheart!BIMBO(angrily)Stop that!ROBERTI will speak to her!BIMBO(sharply)Speak to her? Yes. But don’t you call her sweetheart.ROBERT(defiantly, yet with a tender accent)She is my sweetheart.BIMBOThat may be; but don’t you call her so to-day, or I’ll have ’em truss you down again.(He again applies himself to his ledger.Lydiaagain looks at the brazier, shudders, and begins to weep spasmodically.)LYDIA(brokenly)Was it only a little while ago—when the moon rose—and you and I were happy, Robert?ROBERTI think—I think life is just a moon path on the sea. It looks all shining white and beautiful—but of a sudden a shark’s fin glides across it. We were swimmers in that moon path, sweet——BIMBO(interrupting fiercely)Don’t you call her sweetheart!ROBERT(defiantly)Now, look ye, I won’t be told——BIMBOYou were going to! You would have if I hadn’t stopped you! Now I’ve warned you twice, and you take care! (He claps his hands and theGunnerappears in the doorway.) Fetch me in that old merchantlike critter with the fat paunch.(TheGunnerwithdraws.)LYDIAYou want my father to see it, too, when you——(She looks at the glowing brazier and shudders.)BIMBO(crisply)The fat old merchantlike body is your father, is he?LYDIA(weeping)Yes—my father.BIMBO(thoughtfully)And you and he the only passengers aboard. (ToRobert.) The old man says he owns shares in your ship and cargo.ROBERT(sullenly)Yes, and in other ships and cargoes. ’Tis Mr. Driscoll, the great Liverpool merchant, and I warn you if harm comes to him, or to his daughter here, the whole British Navy will——BIMBO(snarling)The “whole British Navy”! The whole British Navy is hot after me now, mate, and has been these two years. This ship you’re sitting in I took from the whole British Navy! Do you know what port I sailed out of when Ifirst took on the honorable calling of a gentleman sea rover?ROBERT(sullenly)No, I don’t.BIMBOMarblehead. I’m a Marblehead sailorman, born in Salem. You send the British Navy after me, meat, and old Doytcher King Geordie in it, and I’ll have his crown off his head and sell it for ten shillin’ in Boston market the Monday after!ROBERT’Tis no surprise to me that a pirate speaks treason to his king.BIMBOMy king? I know but one king.ROBERTAye! That’s Satan!BIMBOSatan? Now, hark ye, mate! I’ll not have Satan mentioned lightly aboard my ship. I’ll have no blasphemy here.(He claps his hands, and a member of the pirate crew enters quickly in response. This is a burly man of dismaying aspect; his hair is like the mop of an Australian bushman; he wears a shirt of gaudy calico, dirty red cotton pantaloons, loose and long, fringed with gold above his bare ankles, and he is so swarthy that he might be thought a Negro. His face is a map of ancient scars; he wears a long black beard, forked and done into two braids tied with orange ribbon, and in his sash are two long-handled tomahawks.Bimbomakes a gesture to the cupboard; theMan withthe Braided Beardat once fetches from there a decanter and a silver goblet upon a tray. He places these beforeBimboand then joins theDeaf-and-Dumb Man,where both glare fixedly atRobertandLydia,who have intently watched the fetching of the liquor.)BIMBO(pouring from the decanter, speaks sternly)Now, mark me. I don’t take this dram for pleasure. (He drinks; then looks at them severely.) Do you suspect me of it?ROBERT(boldly)No. You drink to get you in the mood for horrid deeds.BIMBO(angrily)I drink because I’m cold inside. Where is that fellow?THE GUNNER(outside)Coming, your honor; I’m here, sir.(He enters, bringing by the arm an elderly and portly man dressed in good gray cloth, with fine lace and gold buttons and buckles. His grizzled wig is well curled round a large face, rosy with agitation. At sight of himLydiasprings to her feet.)LYDIAFather! (She runs to him and throws her arms about him.) Oh, poor Father!(She clings to him, sobbing.)BIMBO(impatiently)Enough o’ that, now! Ha’ done!DRISCOLL(glaring at him overLydia’sshoulder)Wretch! Horrid and bloody wretch!(TheGunnerand thePirate with the Braided Beardgrowl fiercely and start toward him.)BIMBO(checking them)Let be! Put her in her chair.(They swing her away from her father.)ROBERT(springing up as they lay hands upon her)Let her alone! I’ll——(He stops, finding theDeaf-and-Dumb Manclose beside him, grinning, and with a bare cutlass in his hand. The other two pirates putLydiainto her chair, where she continues to sob.)BIMBO(resuming his seat at the table, glances at his ledger, then addressesDriscoll)How many barrels of molasses have you got in that ship o’ yours?DRISCOLLWretch!(TheGunnerand theMan with the Braided Beardagain growl menacingly.)BIMBO(again checks them)Let be, I say! (ToDriscoll.) How many barrels of rum? Fourteen dozen o’ rum, isn’t it?DRISCOLL(fiercely)You bloody-minded villain! I’m as well-known on ’Change in London as the Duke o’ Marlb’ro is at Blenheim! You’ll see Execution Dock for this; I swear it!BIMBO(warningly)You have a care when and where you speak of swearing. (Looking at the ledger.) I make it sixteen score molasses, fourteen dozen rum, seventeen hogshead Jamaica cured tobacco, thirteen hundred sixty bushel of grain or thereabouts, mildewed and part useless; the tobacco of poor quality and the molasses dirty. (He closes the ledger disgustedly.) There’s a fine cargo foryou! I hazard there’s not seventy pounds value that’s worth our keeping. And yet landsmen say we have an easy profession and envy us.THE GUNNERAye; they think all we have to do is overhaul a ship and carry away big chests o’ gold and jewels.BIMBOJewels! (Laughs hollowly.) We hain’t a jewel this twelvemonth. (Angrily toDriscoll.) Do you know what we’ve got from the last seven ships we’ve taken? Fish! Salt fish! And if there’s one thing we don’t need it’s fish.THE GUNNER(violently)I hate fish!BIMBOIt’s enough to make a man give up his calling! (He throws himself into a chair.) Why, if I could ha’ known beforehand how many cargoes would prove just salt fish and spoilt grain, do you think I’d ever gone for this way of business?THE GUNNER(vehemently)No! And neither would any young man that could find another opening for himself.BIMBOIf a youth came to me now for guidance, asking my advice whether or no to take up this calling, I’d bid him think it over, I would. In the first place: How many have the right gift for it? In the second, not one in a thousand has the patience; and in the third, not one in ten thousand has the gimp to persevere over the discouragements. The youth, all confidence and ignorance, thinks he has only to get him some brisk companions and take rich treasure ships——THE GUNNER(with a gloomy laugh)Aye, so I thought when I was new at it.BIMBOFish! Seven cargoes o’ salt fish! Seven! And now, when we’ve been struggling on and wearing ourselves out to improve our conditions and lay by a little something except salt fish for our old age, all we get to reward us is spoilt grain, bad rum, tobacco not fit to smoke, and molasses full of dead bugs!THE GUNNER(hotly)Yes; and if I had my way, somebody’d suffer for ’t!(He makes a menacing gesture toward the three captives, who are grouped together upon the right.Robertsitting despondently, his elbows on his hands;Lydiadrooping unhappily in her chair; andDriscollstanding in an attitude of sturdy defiance. But at this sinister speech of theGunner,and his equally ominous gesture,Lydiacries out faintly and begins to weep again.)DRISCOLL(sternly)Quiet, Lydia. Let these villains not believe they fright us!LYDIA(plaintively)Let them not believe they fright us? Don’t you see what they intend, Father?(She glances at the brazier, shuddering.)DRISCOLLBe quiet.LYDIALook yonder! (Rising, she points to the brazier.) Look yonder! That is for me. (Driscolllooks at the brazier incredulously.) Don’t you understand? That is for me! He said it was for me!BIMBO(roughly)Well, what of it? What if it is for you?DRISCOLL(agitated and becoming violent)Wretch! Would you dare?(He is roughly grasped and restrained by theGunner.)LYDIA(becomes hysterical)They mean to burn me. I can’t bear it! Oh, Robert, help me! Father! Father!ROBERT(leaping to her, taking her in his arms)They shan’t touch you, Lydia! Sweetheart!BIMBO(roaring)Drag him away from her! Stop that!(TheDeaf-and-Dumb Manand thePirate with the Braided Beardspring uponRobertandLydia,dragging them apart and holding them fast.)LYDIA(stretching out her arms despairingly toRobertas she is dragged from him)Robert, beloved——ROBERT(struggling to reach her)My love! My love forever——DRISCOLL(astonished and angry)What! What do you call each other?BIMBO(indignantly)I should think you would ask that! They have no decency at all.LYDIA(faintly, as thePirate with the Braided Beardforces her again into her chair)Save me, Robert! I love you!DRISCOLL(angrily)What do you?LYDIAI love him! They mean to burn me!ROBERT(struggling to reach her, though theDeaf-and-Dumb Manholds him fast)They shall not! I say they shall not!DRISCOLL(fiercely, at the same time)You shan’t love him! (He struggles with theGunnerand shouts) You shan’t! You shan’t!LYDIA(writhing in her chair and screaming)Save me! Save me!BIMBO(roaring and stamping his foot)Silence!(The three pirates clap their right hands over the mouths of the three vociferating captives, and the latter, after trying to make themselves heard in spite of this encumbrance, relapse into a despairing acceptance of the situation.)BIMBO(exasperated)What’s all the pother? What’s the matter with you, mistress? Who talks of burning you?LYDIA(behind the hand of her captor, indistinctly)You did!BIMBOI said: Who talks of burning you? Let her speak.(TheMan with the Braided Beardremoves his hand from her mouth.)LYDIAYou did!BIMBODid what?LYDIA(pointing to the brazier fearfully)You said—that—was for me!BIMBOBecause you shivered. It was because I thought you were cold.LYDIAYou said, “Send brimstone with fire!”BIMBO(frowning; pointing to theDeaf-and-Dumb Man)His name’s Brimstone. He’s Salem born, too—Brimstone Smith.LYDIA(incredulous)It wasn’t to burn me?BIMBO(annoyed)It was to get you better comfort.LYDIA(relieved, but not greatly)Oh! Am I just to—(shuddering)—to be thrown into the sea?BIMBO(angrily)What! (He turns back to the table as if to control himself; is silent a moment; then addresses his subordinates with an air of helpless indignation.) There it is! That’s the reputation such people as Low and Lowther and Teach get for our calling! Now you see what comes of drinking on duty! Men like that misbehave, and the reputation of a whole business suffers for it! I told Lowther the last time I saw him; I said: “I hear your crew was in liquor when they took a Portagee vessel and went and did harm to some o’ they poor Portagees,” I said. “Oh, well,” he says, “what of it? They was only Portagees,” he says. “What of it?” I asks him. “Why, there’s this of it,” I says. “You and such as you and your crew,” I says, “you’llget a bad name to all of us!” I says. He didn’t like it, but I thought best to speak out to his face. And you see I spoke true.THE GUNNER(gloomily)So ye did! That’s it; let one or two bad uns get into any business, soon you’ll hear everybody saying the whole business is bad!BIMBO(crossly toLydia)Why, if we did you harm, don’t you know it would only set people against us when they come to hear of it? Why don’t you use your mind a little?LYDIA(vaguely and feebly)My mind?BIMBODon’t you know that men in our way of business have got to keep the public confidence? We have to depend on trading off our goods, don’t we? Do you suppose if we lost the confidence of the coast folk we could hope to prosper? (Shaking his head to theGunner.) I declare, it’s sickening, the little that people of one walk in life know of those in another walk in life!THE GUNNERYes, ’tis. Sickening! (Here he addressesDriscoll,in a tone of annoyance asDriscollhas begun to renew his struggle with him.) Stand quiet, you! What’s the matter now?(Driscollreplies with fury; but as his mouth is still obstructed by theGunner’spowerful swarthy and soiled hand, proper enunciation is impossible and no more than indignant but formless sounds are heard.)BIMBO(sharply)Let him be understood.(TheGunnerremoves his hand.)DRISCOLL(instantly breaking out in great fury)The British Crown itself shall hear of this! He’s been working with tar, and claps his vile hand under my nose! The smell of tar always makes me sick. Wretch!THE GUNNERStop your abuse o’ my hand!DRISCOLLYou lay that dirty hand to my face again, and, blast your vitals, I’ll——BIMBO(vehemently)Shame! Close him up again! (TheGunneragain puts his hand overDriscoll’smouth and holds it there, despite the prisoner’s struggles.Bimboapproaches them and addressesDriscollseverely.) Don’t you know what day it is? Shame on you!LYDIA(amazed and confused)What it is? What day——BIMBO(severely)I hope that at least you, madam, are aware that this is the Sabbath.LYDIA(vacantly)Sunday? It’s Sunday?BIMBO(sternly)It is. (ToDriscoll.) We allow no profanity on this vessel on the Sabbath Day. According to our interpretation, “Blast your vitals” is profanity. Old man, if you can’t speak without profanity—and on the Seventh Day too—we won’t let you speak at all. Shame on you!(Driscollstruggles and mumbles under theGunner’shand.)LYDIA(aghast)But you’re pirates! What difference does it make to a pi——BIMBO(annoyed, interrupting quickly)Pray use another term. We are a commonwealth of free seamen.LYDIA(breathlessly going on)But what have you to do with Sunday?BIMBOThere it is!(TheGunnergroans, shaking his head, andBimbosinks despondently into a chair.)LYDIABut what could pi——BIMBO(quickly)Be silent, mistress! You but show your ignorance and rub salt in a galled wound. (He clasps his forehead, suffering; then rises, returns to his table, and speaks resignedly.) ’Tis the way o’ the universe, so why should we complain? In all the world no man has full understanding of any other—nor has any woman—(with a resentful side glance atLydia)—of anything, I think. Hark ye, mistress; you’re young and may learn a little. What is the common error of mankind?LYDIAWhy, sin.BIMBOI said error. The common error is to misjudge all who walk not in our own way, and to call them sinners. Then, having called them sinners, we think they sinevery sin. That is the common error; and now, as it is the Seventh Day and meet for confession, I humbly confess to be an erring creature, not above this error myself. To make the matter plain to you, take the calling of a play actor. Now, that is a calling abhorrent to me from my earliest training. I look upon it as wholly sinful and wanton and of the way to everlasting fires. Therefore, unless I give heed to second thoughts, I would believe any play actor guilty of all sins—a man that would beat his wife and murder little children, perhaps even upon the Sabbath Day. Yet, if the truth were known, it might be found that just because a man is a play actor he would not of his nature’s necessity and habit do these things. Nevertheless, my first thought would be that he would—because he is a play actor. Fall not into the like misjudgments, mistress. Know that our ship’s company live under rigid law and rule. Else we could not hope to prosper. What think you may be our company’s recreations on this day?LYDIA(bitterly)I suppose they will take to gaming and to carousing on my father’s rum.(TheGunnerand theMan with the Braided Beardutter short, grim laughter.)BIMBO(sternly)When I took my dram o’ brandy I told you it was for no pleasure I had of it. No man of our company may have his dram o’ Sundays except one, and that for being cold inside him, nor may any perform any labor except to the ship’s pressing need. For recreation—none is permitted except the reading of some religious book.LYDIA(incredulously)What!BIMBO(going on, explaining to her with gloomy patience)As for gaming, neither dice nor cards shall ever be seen on any ship of mine, I promise you. We permit no gaming any day at all, much less upon the Seventh. So much for that, madam!LYDIA(bitterly)I see. Your only recreation is to torture your captives!BIMBO(shaking his head despondently)So! (He exchanges a pained, satiric smile with theGunner.) That’s all they know of us, is it? (He turns again toLydia.) Young madam, again you speak out of your ignorance. You and your father and the young man here have given us much provocation. Have you heard one word of profanity from us? Have you even heard a threatening expression?LYDIA(pointing at theGunner)He said we should be made to suffer for the badness of our cargo.BIMBO(severely)He meant a fine or toll should be levied against your father; but that would mean our holding him here and having his daily association with us on our ship until the fine or ransom could be sent from Jamaica. I would vote against it, because from what we have seen of him I would rather go without the money.LYDIASo you strip us of what goods we have——BIMBO(sharply)Only such as we shall not be ashamed to sell to honest folk. We shall not touch your father’s molasses. If he was a poor man and what we levied from him deeplyinjurious to his business, we should take up a gathering, or collection, for him.LYDIAYou mock us!BIMBO(to theGunner,gloomily)If no one will give you credit for it, what is the good of a good action?THE GUNNER(gloomily)Aye! What’s the use?BIMBO(toLydia)Now, look ye: In all our ventures from first to last, never once have we took our toll of poor seafaring bodies that we did not pass the hat for ’em, and every man of our crew from captain to cook’s helper put in something to make life brighter and give our captives hope when we sent ’em on their way to begin their business over again. If your father had been a poor man—and of better morals—and if what we levy of his cargo sorely crippled his hope to make a living, we’d do as much for him. As it is, it’s not to be looked for.LYDIA(anxiously)But will you let us go?BIMBOWhy, if what a merchant captain and his crew must expect from us is to be stripped of all and mishandled, we’d have a fine business of it! They’d strain twice as hard to outsail us, and fight to death afore we could board ’em. There’s ruffians in every business that make it harder for the good, practical men to make it pay; but you shouldn’t judge us by the exceptions just because the exceptions get more talked about.LYDIA(eagerly and hopefully)Then you’ll put us back aboard our own ship and let us go?BIMBOI didn’t say that.LYDIA(crestfallen)Oh!BIMBOYour father, yes. I wouldn’t keep a Sunday-swearing man among my crew at no price! One rotten apple in a barrel will contaminate the whole.LYDIA(anxiously)And Robert and me——BIMBOYou scratched and fought or you’d not ha’ been touched. Now that you’ve learned what becomes a respectable-manner female, you’re not only free to go, but you must go. By the strictest law of our commonwealth, women are not permitted aboard except when the ship might be in a port, and then only on Saturday afternoons and only such as may be wife to one of the crew and accompanied by her mother.LYDIA(anxious)And Robert?BIMBO(lookingRobertover)This is a different matter. He’s a fine, active-bodied seaman and knows the art of navigating. But more: he has familiar knowledge of all the upper coast of South America—I had it from the master of your ship—and we design to cruise upon those coasts. He’s needful to our company.LYDIA(piteously)You mean to take him with you?BIMBO(sharply)He must sign our articles and become one of our commonwealth.LYDIA(crying out)No! No! No!BIMBOWhy, his case is none so bad. We’ll learn him our business, and if he’s diligent he’ll rise in it. Who can tell? If we get better cargoes, away from this discouraging fish and molasses belt of trade, he may come to you in England, retired and prosperous and ready to marry you—and all belike within seven or eight years from now!LYDIA(wailing)Seven or eight years! Seven or eight! Eight years! Eight——BIMBO(uncomfortably)Ha’ done with your caterwauling, young female; we must have him. There’s not one of us can pilot those coasts, and ’twould endanger us to let him go.LYDIA(throwing herself on her knees before him)Oh, pray don’t separate us!BIMBODon’t beg me! This is a commonwealth, governed by law, and the law would depose me if I jeopardized the common safety by turning loose this pilot. He must sign with us. Let him speak.(TheDeaf-and-Dumb ManreleasesRobert,who rushes toLydiaand helps her to her feet.)ROBERT(his arms about her)Don’t kneel to this ruffian for me, sweetheart.BIMBO(angrily)I told you not to call her sweetheart. You do it for pleasure, and our law forbids it on the Seventh Day. Stand away from her! Take your arm from her! You do that for pleasure too.ROBERT(hotly)I do it to protect her.BIMBOYou don’t. It’s for pleasure, and we won’t have it. Stand away from her, I say. (Robertsullenly obeys.) Now we’ll fetch you to the articles of our company, and you’ll sign ’em.ROBERTSign ’em? I’ll die first, ten thousand times!BIMBO(hotly)You’ll sign ’em. We’ll hold you and guide your hand. (He takes a large and soiled parchment from the table drawer and places it upon the top of the table.)LYDIA(wailing)You’ll make him a pirate? Oh, death were better for us both!BIMBOFetch him here.(TheDeaf-and-Dumb Manand theMan with the Braided BeardpushRobertto the table and into a chair there, whereBimboforces a quill pen into his hand.)ROBERT(as this is done)They shall not make me! Let me go, you black villains! I defy you!BIMBO(forcibly guiding his hand on the parchment)There! You’re writing it, my lad. “Robert.” That’s done. It’s a bad hand, but legible. What’s your last name?ROBERT(panting)You’ll never know.BIMBO(grimly)Never mind. Robert is enough. Your hand’s been to our parchment, and you’re one of us by law.LYDIA(crying out)Oh! Ha’ mercy!BIMBOHold him here while I get the old man and his daughter back to their own vessel. (Moving toward the door.) Come, mistress.LYDIA(rushing to her father)Father, you can save him. You can pay ransom for him. You can promise to send them coin from England. Father!BIMBO(to theGunner)Bring them with me!LYDIA(despairingly)Father, tell them you’ll pay them. Father——ROBERT(appealing)Mr. Driscoll, if you will, I’ll pay you back. I’ll save till——DRISCOLL(furiously as theGunnerremoves his hand from his mouth to lead him toward the door)You villain! (This is toRobert.) You think she’s for the likes of you, do you? You knew I meant to wed her to her cousin Jock in Liverpool, and you madelove to her on the sly. Don’t look for help from me. You’ve got your deserts, and I’m glad of it. You’ll hang when they catch you, because you’re signed and made into a bloody pirate. Why, blast you——BIMBO(peremptorily)He’s profane again. Stop him!(TheGunneragain claps his hand overDriscoll’smouth.)DRISCOLL(struggling)You’re a bloody—bluggy——(TheGunnershuts him off.)BIMBOThat’s another oath. You use that word as profanity. Shame! Lock him in his cabin on his own ship and let him swear there; we can’t have it on ours. Come, madam.LYDIANo!ROBERT(held by the two pirates)Lydia! I shall find a way to throw myself into the sea. (Brokenly.) Think of me—sometimes!LYDIA(sobbing)Father, you shan’t abandon him. You don’t know—you don’t know—you don’t know——BIMBO(sharply)He doesn’t know what?LYDIAIt is his own son he abandons.BIMBO(frowning)His son?LYDIAHis son-in-law. We were married the night before we sailed from Jamaica!(Driscollstruggles fiercely and utters sounds.)BIMBO(staring atLydia)Oh—oh, pshaw!(He utters this with the vehemence of acute disappointment and throws himself in a chair, completely disheartened.)THE GUNNER(peevishly)Well, if that isn’t news to make a man sick! Just when we thought we had a fellow could pilot us on the richest coast in—well, it is—it’s a nuisance! (To the strugglingDriscoll.) Come along, you!DRISCOLLI won’t. (Escaping for an instant, he makes atRobert.) Now, blast your vitals, I’ll——THE GUNNER(again securing the captive and silencing him)Stop it!DRISCOLLBla——THE GUNNERShame on you! It’s worse, him being your son-in-law and almost your own flesh and blood. Shame!DRISCOLL(indistinctly)He’s a bloody pirate! He’s a bl——BIMBO(rising, gloomily)No. No, he isn’t—not unless the lady consents. (He turns toLydiaappealingly.) Now, if he joins us, he might make a very good living and maybe a snug fortunebefore middle age. (Hopefully.) Wouldn’t you consent to it?LYDIA(shuddering)Never!BIMBO(sighing heavily)That’s the end of it, then. (At the table.) He’ll have to be crossed off. (He draws a line through the scrawled signature “Robert,” and turns toLydia.) Our laws strictly forbid us to force a married man unless we obtain his wife’s consent. Let him go.(He turns aside in disappointment.)ROBERT(springing toLydiajoyously)Lydia!LYDIA(rapturously)Robert!BIMBO(turning upon them sharply)No sweethearting, now. Stand away from her.(RobertandLydia,checked, stand looking at each other gloomily.)ROBERTCan’t I even kiss her?BIMBO(horrified)Kiss your wife—on Sunday! (Sternly.) Where was you brought up?LYDIA(tenderly)But you can take comfort from this: you know I want to kiss you, Robert.BIMBO(crossly)Well, belike he can wait till Monday. To-morrow we’ll have what’s decent of your cargo aboard us, and you’llbe under way for England again. (To the other pirates.) Take ’em all three to their own ship.(TheGunnershovesDriscolltoward theDeaf-and-Dumb Manand theMan with the Braided Beard.)DRISCOLL(during the moment of this release, shouting atRobert)Blast you! Bla——BIMBO(fiercely)Stop it!(The two pirates seizeDriscoll;and theMan with the Braided Beardclaps his hand over his mouth. Struggling, they push and pull him to the door.)BIMBO(taking up his great plumed hat from the table)I will make a short address to the crew on the subject, Duty!THE GUNNER(bellowing out of the door)What ho! Trumpets there! His honor will speak to us on the subject, Duty! His honor will come on deck! Trumpets!(Trumpets and drums sound without.Driscoll,struggling and uttering sounds, is conducted forth by theDeaf-and-Dumb Man.ThePirate with the Braided Beardand theGunnerstand by the door at salute. With a firm gestureBimboputs on his hat. Then he passes toward the door. Suddenly he halts and turns sharply uponRobert,who has leaned towardLydia.Robertinstantly draws back, and he andLydiastand at salute.)BIMBO(severely toRobert)You was going to kiss her! How dare ye! And look at the state your father-in-law’s in about you, too. Pass before me.(They do so. As they go he folds his arms, then stalks after them to the door.)THE GUNNER(shouting)His honor will deliver his weekly address. Trumpets there for his honor!(The drums and trumpets sound fiercely again as the pirate captain stalks majestically out of the door.)CURTAIN

A HOARSE VOICEThere, missus! P’raps you’ll have sense enough to lay there! I never did know a prudent female make such a commotion!(Thus grumbling, theHoarse Voicewithdraws, the door closes, and silence follows, broken presently by the girl’s renewed moaning. ATroubled Voice,a man’s, speaks huskily out of the darkness at the right side of the stage.)

THE TROUBLED VOICE(weakly)Who is that?

THE GIRL(plaintively)Whose voice is that?

THE TROUBLED VOICEIs that you? Lydia?

THE GIRL(faintly)Robert? Is it Robert?

ROBERT(of the troubled voice)Yes. They’ve lashed me beneath a table—or it might be a bench—and it’s bolted to the deck. What of you, Lydia?

LYDIAMy hands are tied behind me. My ankles are lashed together.

ROBERTVillains!

LYDIA(faintly)Bloodhounds! Bloodhounds of the sea, Robert! (He groans; she goes on.) When they began leaping aboard us—ah, the horrid sight!—I saw you fighting among them. I tried to reach you——

ROBERTI tried to come to you, Lydia!

LYDIA(weeping)Dear heart, I saw it!

ROBERT(faintly)I think my head is broke. I was struck into a swoon, Lydia, and knew naught till I found them lashing me beneath this bench. I can see a little. That lantern doesn’t look like one of ours. I thought they’d brought me to our captain’s cabin, but that lantern——

LYDIA(interrupting him, faintly and with horror)No, no! Robert, don’t you know where we are?

ROBERTIt hasn’t the feel of our own ship.

LYDIANo; we’re in the other, Robert!

ROBERT(feebly)We are?

LYDIA(weeping)They dragged me across the rail and threw me here. This is the pirate ship, Robert.

ROBERTThen may Providence have mercy on our souls!

LYDIA(still weeping)I saw them lay hold of my father—he tried to struggle——(She sobs.)

ROBERTStruggle? What could it boot? (He groans.) What booted anything? From our very sighting the strange sail we were done. No breeze for us in a flat sea—and he, with his great crew at oars, overhauling us; he came upon us like a shark to the body of a dead porpoise!

LYDIAHark! They’re quiet now on the deck above us.

ROBERTThey have the two ships lashed together, and they’re on ours, taking store of the plunder.

LYDIA(shuddering)Will they murder all our crew, Robert—(with a sob)—and my father—and—and us?

ROBERT(solemnly)We are in the hands of Providence, Lydia.

LYDIA(weeping)Ah, no! In the hands of horrid pirates! (She sobs; is then quiet for a moment, and speaks in a tone of pathetic reflection.) How sudden it came upon us, Robert!

ROBERTSudden? Aye, sudden as a tide wave in the Indy oceans; it’ll come out of a level sea and carry awayhalf your ship while you’re taking a puff o’ your pipe! Sudden’s the way of the sea, Lydia.

LYDIAOh, I believe it! Was it only a little while ago you and I stood and watched the moon lift itself out of the water so quietly?

ROBERTYes, at nightfall.

LYDIAAnd we were happy—and didn’t know it! We thought we had trouble! We were afraid to tell my father that you and I had found love together; we were afraid of what he would say. How strange it seems now; we thought that was trouble!

ROBERTAye, sweetheart; it’s strange.

LYDIAWhen they come to us how will they murder us, Robert?

ROBERT(groaning)I don’t know!

LYDIAWill they throw us into the sea, tied as we are?

ROBERTI can’t tell!

LYDIADo you think they would be kind enough to murder us together—if I asked them? (He groans, not answering.) If I begged them, don’t you think they might, Robert?

ROBERT(in a strangled voice)I—I hope so.

LYDIAHark!

ROBERTWhat do you hear?

LYDIA(faintly)I think they are coming now. (There is silence; then she whispers.) Hark!(Silence again; after which a slight noise is heard; the door at the back of the stage is opened and a man appears there, carrying an iron lantern that affords a somewhat better view of the scene and of the three persons now animating it, though they and the place are still indistinct, the lights insufficient and the shadows heavy.The cabin walls are dark wood, hung irregularly with one or two strips of tapestry and some Oriental rugs. In each side wall are three small square windows, now covered by short red curtains; the ceiling, of brown wood, is low. Against the walls are several rough sea chests; there is a brass brazier with a grilled cover near the center of the cabin; and against the rear wall there is a tall cupboard, closed. A rough and heavy wooden table, six feet long, is upon the right of the stage and is set parallel with the side walls. Upon it are some articles of antique pattern; a large copper bowl, a painted wooden box with a padlock, some pewter mugs, a large ledger and a jar of long clay pipes.Beneath the tableRobertis seen stretched upon the floor. His wrists are lashed to the rearward legs of the table and his ankles to the others. He is an athletic young man, about twenty-seven, and is dressed with a little more elegance than one might expect to see upon the mate of a merchant ship in the year 1725, though at present his attire and long curled hair are naturallymuch disarranged. One of the sleeves of his coat is almost torn away; his neckwear, of linen, bordered with lace, is in tatters; and his forehead shows a cut from a sharp edge.Lydia,a beautiful maiden of eighteen or nineteen, is also a little too elegant for a rough sea voyage; and although her fineries are naturally rumpled by mishandling, she would otherwise receive favorable mention from the critics of St. James’s, for, likeRobert,she has been dressing to a lover’s eye. She now lies upon her side beneath the central lantern, her ankles tied, her wrists roped behind her, and her long, luxuriant curls disordered.The man who has just entered by the only door that leads into the cabin—upon the left at the back—is the pirate ship’sGunner.He is big in person, brawny, and brown-skinned. His long, coarse, black hair hangs about his face; a white cloth, stained with red, is bound round his head, covering one eye; and his cheeks and chin are blurred by two or three days’ growth of beard. He wears a gay but soiled kerchief at his throat, a green coat heavily ornamented with gold lace, loose yellow breeches almost to the ankles, and is barefooted. At his waist hangs a heavy cutlass.)

THE GUNNER(as he enters)We’ll just have a better look at ye! We think belike you’re worth lookin’ at too!(He laughs chucklingly, moving to the right.)

LYDIA(crying out and turning so that her face is away from him)No! You shall not look at me!

THE GUNNER(halting, surprised)Eh? I didn’t mean you, missus. I mean this fine ladon his back here. (He goes toRobert,holds the lantern near him and stares at him.) Aye! A fine, lusty young man! I thought so. You give me a bit of a tousle, lad. It was you put this cut over my eye.

ROBERTI’d put another over the other one if I——

THE GUNNER(laughing harshly)Aye; I’d trust ye for that. I did a little to your own head. (He stoops and feels the top ofRobert’shead as he speaks.) I give ye a knob there to handle ye by.(He laughs and gives a pat of his heavy hand to the injury.)

ROBERT(wincing)Don’t!

THE GUNNER(repeating the pat)I put a fine knob on ye.

ROBERT(in pain)Cut my throat and be done with it if that’s what you came for.

THE GUNNER(straightening up)The captain’s comin’ to talk to ye.

LYDIAOur captain?

THE GUNNER(laughing)I guess he’s your captain now, missus. His honor, Captain Bimbo.

LYDIAThe pirate captain?

THE GUNNERAye, missus—his honor, Captain Deuteronomy Bimbo, Esquire, commodore of all the high seas of the worldand president of our company of one hunder’ and seventy-one free gen’lemen rovers and brave seamen!

ROBERT(groaning)Bimbo? Is it the pirate Bimbo that’s taken us?

THE GUNNER(astonished)Why, if you’re the seafarin’ body ye look to be I should think ye’d know it. Who but Bimbo and his company could have took a ship as neat as we took yours? Bimbo? I should say it is Bimbo!

ROBERT(despairingly)Bimbo!

LYDIAIs he worse than other pirates, Robert?

ROBERTWe’re under the tiger’s claw, Lydia.

THE GUNNER(contemptuously)You talk like an ignorant man. (Going to the windows at the right, he begins to set back the curtains, letting in a rosy light.) Sunrise is on the way; I’ll just give ye some light to see the “tiger” by, lad! (He crosses and opens the other curtains, talking as he does so.) And look that ye speak him respectful. It’s not every common mate of a merchant vessel he honors with his converse. Tiger, ye might find him, if ye scratch him.

LYDIA(faltering)Have they—have they murdered—my father—yet?

THE GUNNERWhich would he be now? Is it a fat old Lunnon merchantlike man in a brindle wig and gold buckles to his shoon?

LYDIAYes. Have they——

THE GUNNER(dryly)No. He’s not murdered yet.

LYDIAWill they let me speak to him before they——

THE GUNNERAsk Captain Bimbo, missus. (There is a flourish of trumpets outside.) That’ll be him now.

LYDIA(shuddering)Ah!

ROBERT(groaning)Bimbo!(Drums beat and the trumpets sound again; then the notorious sea rover and pirate captain,Deuteronomy Bimbo,strides into the cabin and comes to an abrupt halt, staring from one to the other of his prostrate captives.He is a straight-standing, lean, active man of thirty-five, so deeply tanned that his swarthiness might make him seem almost a mulatto; and yet, with his long, black, carefully curled hair framing his face, he is neither an ugly man nor, in spite of the sharp severity of his expression, is he of an aspect obviously sinister. He is scrupulously dressed; has fine lace at his throat; wears a brocaded black-and-crimson coat, black silk waistcoat and black silk breeches and stockings, with silver buckles to his shoes. There is a dark crimson sash about his waist, with a bandolier of the same color passing over his left shoulder; and attached by crimson silk ribbons to the sash and bandolier are eight pistols. He carries no sword or cutlass, but has a great plumed hat in his hand.)

BIMBO(to theGunner,sharply, with a brief gesture towardRobert)Make the gentleman easy.(He goes on decisively to the table, tosses his hat upon it and picks up the ledger.)

THE GUNNERAye, your honor. (He proceeds at once to releaseRobertfrom his lashings.) A fine, strong, active seaman he is too.

BIMBO(growlingly)D’ye think I’ve no eyes?(He is intent upon the ledger, which he has opened.)

THE GUNNER(continuing his task)I put a knob on his head for a handle to him if we need one.(Chuckling, he patsRobert’shead again.Robertwinces, groaning.)

BIMBOHa’ done!(He seats himself at the table, studying the ledger.)

THE GUNNER(completing his task)There, lad! His honor gives ye lief to stretch out the kinks in ye.

ROBERT(rising quickly, though painfully)Lydia!(He rushes to her, bending over to unfasten her wrists.)

THE GUNNER(following threateningly)Here! His honor didn’t say you could——

BIMBO(interrupting sharply, without looking up from the ledger, in which he has begun to write with a quill pen)Stand where you are. Let him alone.(TheGunnerinstantly obeys.)

ROBERT(untyingLydia)Lydia, poor child! Lydia!

LYDIA(whimpering)Poor Robert!(As she rises he instantly puts her behind him and stands upon the defensive, facing theGunnerandBimbo.)

ROBERT(with a gleam in his eye)We’re not done yet, Lydia.(He grips the back of a heavy wooden chair.)

THE GUNNER(threateningly)What’s in your mind to do with that chair?

ROBERT(ominously)I think I could kill one man with it—two, I hope.

BIMBO(not looking up)Don’t lift that chair.

ROBERT(fiercely)Won’t I?(He moves suddenly to swing the chair up as a weapon, but, although he struggles with it, cannot move it. He groans, and theGunnerlaughs loudly.)

THE GUNNER(laughing)It’s only bolted to the deck! Heave her up, cully!

BIMBO(still preoccupied with his writing)We keep the seas longer than you of the merchant ships, mate. We can’t let much lie about loose. Don’tbrain us with the chair; sit in it. (He glances across at them authoritatively.) You in that one, madam. (He points to another chair nearRobert’s.They stare at him; he stares back, and after a moment they obey him.Bimbolooks atRobert.) I suppose you’re in a puzzle what we’ll do with you, mate.

ROBERTI’ve faced death before this.

BIMBO(throwing down his pen impatiently)You expect to have your throat cut, do you?

ROBERT(swallowing)When you give the word for it. What else?

BIMBO(to theGunner,angrily)You hear him?

THE GUNNER(gloomily)Aye! It’s the way of our calling!

BIMBO(disgustedly)It’s sickening! (He gets up and paces the floor angrily for a moment or two, then turns sharply toRobert.) You think that’s all we want of a man like you—a man that fought a hundred of us when not another of your whole ship’s company lifted a cutlass! You think all we want of you is to slit your guzzlet, do you? Aye! You do! From the look of your fool face I see it. Sickening!

ROBERT(huskily)Then what do you want? To hang me instead of cutting my throat?

BIMBOFaugh! (He turns back to the table and throws himself in his chair. The two captives watch him, terrorized,and as at some resentful thought he strikes the table with his clenched fist,Lydiautters a little cry. He stares at her fiercely.) What, mistress?

LYDIANothing.(Shivers.)

BIMBO(gruffly to theGunner)Send us Brimstone with fire.

LYDIA(crying out at this faintly)Ah!(TheGunnergoes out promptly.)

BIMBOWhat?

LYDIA(weakly)Brimstone and fire! For—what?

BIMBOFor you.

ROBERTFor her?

BIMBOWho else? D’ye think I want ’em for me? For you, mistress!(He begins to apply himself to the ledger.)

LYDIA(appealingly)Robert!(She rises, and so doesRobert.)

ROBERT(hoarsely)Lydia!(She clings to him.)

BIMBO(standing up angrily)Stand away from that woman!

LYDIARobert——

BIMBO(roaring)Stand away from her!(He overawes them, and slowly their arms fall from each other. Staring miserably at him all the while, they resume their seats.)

BIMBO(grunting)That’s better!(He returns to his seat and the ledger. The door opens andLydiaandRobertturn apprehensively as another pirate enters. He is dressed much as is theGunner,but is gaunt and of an extreme and unnatural pallor, his eyes glistening dishearteningly from dark hollows. He carries a pan of smoking hot embers.)

LYDIA(horrified)Robert!(Roberthalf rises.)

BIMBO(fiercely)Sit where you are! (Robertsinks into his seat.Bimboexplains.) It’s Brimstone and hot coals that I sent for.

LYDIA(appealing to the man with the coals)Don’t hurt me! Don’t hurt me! Don’t——

BIMBOHe’s deaf and dumb, mistress.

LYDIA(choking)Oh!(TheDeaf-and-Dumb Manmakes an unpleasant vocal sound, looking atBimbo,who points to the brazier. The man dumps his coals in the brazier and stands beside it. The brazier glows.LydiaandRobertstare at it inanguish. TheDeaf-and-Dumb Manlooks atBimboinquiringly, and the latter waves his hand. TheDeaf-and-Dumb Manretires to a position near the door.Lydia,panting, sinks down in her chair.)

ROBERT(hoarsely)I have my hands free. They shan’t touch you, sweetheart!

BIMBO(angrily)Stop that!

ROBERTI will speak to her!

BIMBO(sharply)Speak to her? Yes. But don’t you call her sweetheart.

ROBERT(defiantly, yet with a tender accent)She is my sweetheart.

BIMBOThat may be; but don’t you call her so to-day, or I’ll have ’em truss you down again.(He again applies himself to his ledger.Lydiaagain looks at the brazier, shudders, and begins to weep spasmodically.)

LYDIA(brokenly)Was it only a little while ago—when the moon rose—and you and I were happy, Robert?

ROBERTI think—I think life is just a moon path on the sea. It looks all shining white and beautiful—but of a sudden a shark’s fin glides across it. We were swimmers in that moon path, sweet——

BIMBO(interrupting fiercely)Don’t you call her sweetheart!

ROBERT(defiantly)Now, look ye, I won’t be told——

BIMBOYou were going to! You would have if I hadn’t stopped you! Now I’ve warned you twice, and you take care! (He claps his hands and theGunnerappears in the doorway.) Fetch me in that old merchantlike critter with the fat paunch.(TheGunnerwithdraws.)

LYDIAYou want my father to see it, too, when you——(She looks at the glowing brazier and shudders.)

BIMBO(crisply)The fat old merchantlike body is your father, is he?

LYDIA(weeping)Yes—my father.

BIMBO(thoughtfully)And you and he the only passengers aboard. (ToRobert.) The old man says he owns shares in your ship and cargo.

ROBERT(sullenly)Yes, and in other ships and cargoes. ’Tis Mr. Driscoll, the great Liverpool merchant, and I warn you if harm comes to him, or to his daughter here, the whole British Navy will——

BIMBO(snarling)The “whole British Navy”! The whole British Navy is hot after me now, mate, and has been these two years. This ship you’re sitting in I took from the whole British Navy! Do you know what port I sailed out of when Ifirst took on the honorable calling of a gentleman sea rover?

ROBERT(sullenly)No, I don’t.

BIMBOMarblehead. I’m a Marblehead sailorman, born in Salem. You send the British Navy after me, meat, and old Doytcher King Geordie in it, and I’ll have his crown off his head and sell it for ten shillin’ in Boston market the Monday after!

ROBERT’Tis no surprise to me that a pirate speaks treason to his king.

BIMBOMy king? I know but one king.

ROBERTAye! That’s Satan!

BIMBOSatan? Now, hark ye, mate! I’ll not have Satan mentioned lightly aboard my ship. I’ll have no blasphemy here.(He claps his hands, and a member of the pirate crew enters quickly in response. This is a burly man of dismaying aspect; his hair is like the mop of an Australian bushman; he wears a shirt of gaudy calico, dirty red cotton pantaloons, loose and long, fringed with gold above his bare ankles, and he is so swarthy that he might be thought a Negro. His face is a map of ancient scars; he wears a long black beard, forked and done into two braids tied with orange ribbon, and in his sash are two long-handled tomahawks.Bimbomakes a gesture to the cupboard; theMan withthe Braided Beardat once fetches from there a decanter and a silver goblet upon a tray. He places these beforeBimboand then joins theDeaf-and-Dumb Man,where both glare fixedly atRobertandLydia,who have intently watched the fetching of the liquor.)

BIMBO(pouring from the decanter, speaks sternly)Now, mark me. I don’t take this dram for pleasure. (He drinks; then looks at them severely.) Do you suspect me of it?

ROBERT(boldly)No. You drink to get you in the mood for horrid deeds.

BIMBO(angrily)I drink because I’m cold inside. Where is that fellow?

THE GUNNER(outside)Coming, your honor; I’m here, sir.(He enters, bringing by the arm an elderly and portly man dressed in good gray cloth, with fine lace and gold buttons and buckles. His grizzled wig is well curled round a large face, rosy with agitation. At sight of himLydiasprings to her feet.)

LYDIAFather! (She runs to him and throws her arms about him.) Oh, poor Father!(She clings to him, sobbing.)

BIMBO(impatiently)Enough o’ that, now! Ha’ done!

DRISCOLL(glaring at him overLydia’sshoulder)Wretch! Horrid and bloody wretch!(TheGunnerand thePirate with the Braided Beardgrowl fiercely and start toward him.)

BIMBO(checking them)Let be! Put her in her chair.(They swing her away from her father.)

ROBERT(springing up as they lay hands upon her)Let her alone! I’ll——(He stops, finding theDeaf-and-Dumb Manclose beside him, grinning, and with a bare cutlass in his hand. The other two pirates putLydiainto her chair, where she continues to sob.)

BIMBO(resuming his seat at the table, glances at his ledger, then addressesDriscoll)How many barrels of molasses have you got in that ship o’ yours?

DRISCOLLWretch!(TheGunnerand theMan with the Braided Beardagain growl menacingly.)

BIMBO(again checks them)Let be, I say! (ToDriscoll.) How many barrels of rum? Fourteen dozen o’ rum, isn’t it?

DRISCOLL(fiercely)You bloody-minded villain! I’m as well-known on ’Change in London as the Duke o’ Marlb’ro is at Blenheim! You’ll see Execution Dock for this; I swear it!

BIMBO(warningly)You have a care when and where you speak of swearing. (Looking at the ledger.) I make it sixteen score molasses, fourteen dozen rum, seventeen hogshead Jamaica cured tobacco, thirteen hundred sixty bushel of grain or thereabouts, mildewed and part useless; the tobacco of poor quality and the molasses dirty. (He closes the ledger disgustedly.) There’s a fine cargo foryou! I hazard there’s not seventy pounds value that’s worth our keeping. And yet landsmen say we have an easy profession and envy us.

THE GUNNERAye; they think all we have to do is overhaul a ship and carry away big chests o’ gold and jewels.

BIMBOJewels! (Laughs hollowly.) We hain’t a jewel this twelvemonth. (Angrily toDriscoll.) Do you know what we’ve got from the last seven ships we’ve taken? Fish! Salt fish! And if there’s one thing we don’t need it’s fish.

THE GUNNER(violently)I hate fish!

BIMBOIt’s enough to make a man give up his calling! (He throws himself into a chair.) Why, if I could ha’ known beforehand how many cargoes would prove just salt fish and spoilt grain, do you think I’d ever gone for this way of business?

THE GUNNER(vehemently)No! And neither would any young man that could find another opening for himself.

BIMBOIf a youth came to me now for guidance, asking my advice whether or no to take up this calling, I’d bid him think it over, I would. In the first place: How many have the right gift for it? In the second, not one in a thousand has the patience; and in the third, not one in ten thousand has the gimp to persevere over the discouragements. The youth, all confidence and ignorance, thinks he has only to get him some brisk companions and take rich treasure ships——

THE GUNNER(with a gloomy laugh)Aye, so I thought when I was new at it.

BIMBOFish! Seven cargoes o’ salt fish! Seven! And now, when we’ve been struggling on and wearing ourselves out to improve our conditions and lay by a little something except salt fish for our old age, all we get to reward us is spoilt grain, bad rum, tobacco not fit to smoke, and molasses full of dead bugs!

THE GUNNER(hotly)Yes; and if I had my way, somebody’d suffer for ’t!(He makes a menacing gesture toward the three captives, who are grouped together upon the right.Robertsitting despondently, his elbows on his hands;Lydiadrooping unhappily in her chair; andDriscollstanding in an attitude of sturdy defiance. But at this sinister speech of theGunner,and his equally ominous gesture,Lydiacries out faintly and begins to weep again.)

DRISCOLL(sternly)Quiet, Lydia. Let these villains not believe they fright us!

LYDIA(plaintively)Let them not believe they fright us? Don’t you see what they intend, Father?(She glances at the brazier, shuddering.)

DRISCOLLBe quiet.

LYDIALook yonder! (Rising, she points to the brazier.) Look yonder! That is for me. (Driscolllooks at the brazier incredulously.) Don’t you understand? That is for me! He said it was for me!

BIMBO(roughly)Well, what of it? What if it is for you?

DRISCOLL(agitated and becoming violent)Wretch! Would you dare?(He is roughly grasped and restrained by theGunner.)

LYDIA(becomes hysterical)They mean to burn me. I can’t bear it! Oh, Robert, help me! Father! Father!

ROBERT(leaping to her, taking her in his arms)They shan’t touch you, Lydia! Sweetheart!

BIMBO(roaring)Drag him away from her! Stop that!(TheDeaf-and-Dumb Manand thePirate with the Braided Beardspring uponRobertandLydia,dragging them apart and holding them fast.)

LYDIA(stretching out her arms despairingly toRobertas she is dragged from him)Robert, beloved——

ROBERT(struggling to reach her)My love! My love forever——

DRISCOLL(astonished and angry)What! What do you call each other?

BIMBO(indignantly)I should think you would ask that! They have no decency at all.

LYDIA(faintly, as thePirate with the Braided Beardforces her again into her chair)Save me, Robert! I love you!

DRISCOLL(angrily)What do you?

LYDIAI love him! They mean to burn me!

ROBERT(struggling to reach her, though theDeaf-and-Dumb Manholds him fast)They shall not! I say they shall not!

DRISCOLL(fiercely, at the same time)You shan’t love him! (He struggles with theGunnerand shouts) You shan’t! You shan’t!

LYDIA(writhing in her chair and screaming)Save me! Save me!

BIMBO(roaring and stamping his foot)Silence!(The three pirates clap their right hands over the mouths of the three vociferating captives, and the latter, after trying to make themselves heard in spite of this encumbrance, relapse into a despairing acceptance of the situation.)

BIMBO(exasperated)What’s all the pother? What’s the matter with you, mistress? Who talks of burning you?

LYDIA(behind the hand of her captor, indistinctly)You did!

BIMBOI said: Who talks of burning you? Let her speak.(TheMan with the Braided Beardremoves his hand from her mouth.)

LYDIAYou did!

BIMBODid what?

LYDIA(pointing to the brazier fearfully)You said—that—was for me!

BIMBOBecause you shivered. It was because I thought you were cold.

LYDIAYou said, “Send brimstone with fire!”

BIMBO(frowning; pointing to theDeaf-and-Dumb Man)His name’s Brimstone. He’s Salem born, too—Brimstone Smith.

LYDIA(incredulous)It wasn’t to burn me?

BIMBO(annoyed)It was to get you better comfort.

LYDIA(relieved, but not greatly)Oh! Am I just to—(shuddering)—to be thrown into the sea?

BIMBO(angrily)What! (He turns back to the table as if to control himself; is silent a moment; then addresses his subordinates with an air of helpless indignation.) There it is! That’s the reputation such people as Low and Lowther and Teach get for our calling! Now you see what comes of drinking on duty! Men like that misbehave, and the reputation of a whole business suffers for it! I told Lowther the last time I saw him; I said: “I hear your crew was in liquor when they took a Portagee vessel and went and did harm to some o’ they poor Portagees,” I said. “Oh, well,” he says, “what of it? They was only Portagees,” he says. “What of it?” I asks him. “Why, there’s this of it,” I says. “You and such as you and your crew,” I says, “you’llget a bad name to all of us!” I says. He didn’t like it, but I thought best to speak out to his face. And you see I spoke true.

THE GUNNER(gloomily)So ye did! That’s it; let one or two bad uns get into any business, soon you’ll hear everybody saying the whole business is bad!

BIMBO(crossly toLydia)Why, if we did you harm, don’t you know it would only set people against us when they come to hear of it? Why don’t you use your mind a little?

LYDIA(vaguely and feebly)My mind?

BIMBODon’t you know that men in our way of business have got to keep the public confidence? We have to depend on trading off our goods, don’t we? Do you suppose if we lost the confidence of the coast folk we could hope to prosper? (Shaking his head to theGunner.) I declare, it’s sickening, the little that people of one walk in life know of those in another walk in life!

THE GUNNERYes, ’tis. Sickening! (Here he addressesDriscoll,in a tone of annoyance asDriscollhas begun to renew his struggle with him.) Stand quiet, you! What’s the matter now?(Driscollreplies with fury; but as his mouth is still obstructed by theGunner’spowerful swarthy and soiled hand, proper enunciation is impossible and no more than indignant but formless sounds are heard.)

BIMBO(sharply)Let him be understood.(TheGunnerremoves his hand.)

DRISCOLL(instantly breaking out in great fury)The British Crown itself shall hear of this! He’s been working with tar, and claps his vile hand under my nose! The smell of tar always makes me sick. Wretch!

THE GUNNERStop your abuse o’ my hand!

DRISCOLLYou lay that dirty hand to my face again, and, blast your vitals, I’ll——

BIMBO(vehemently)Shame! Close him up again! (TheGunneragain puts his hand overDriscoll’smouth and holds it there, despite the prisoner’s struggles.Bimboapproaches them and addressesDriscollseverely.) Don’t you know what day it is? Shame on you!

LYDIA(amazed and confused)What it is? What day——

BIMBO(severely)I hope that at least you, madam, are aware that this is the Sabbath.

LYDIA(vacantly)Sunday? It’s Sunday?

BIMBO(sternly)It is. (ToDriscoll.) We allow no profanity on this vessel on the Sabbath Day. According to our interpretation, “Blast your vitals” is profanity. Old man, if you can’t speak without profanity—and on the Seventh Day too—we won’t let you speak at all. Shame on you!(Driscollstruggles and mumbles under theGunner’shand.)

LYDIA(aghast)But you’re pirates! What difference does it make to a pi——

BIMBO(annoyed, interrupting quickly)Pray use another term. We are a commonwealth of free seamen.

LYDIA(breathlessly going on)But what have you to do with Sunday?

BIMBOThere it is!(TheGunnergroans, shaking his head, andBimbosinks despondently into a chair.)

LYDIABut what could pi——

BIMBO(quickly)Be silent, mistress! You but show your ignorance and rub salt in a galled wound. (He clasps his forehead, suffering; then rises, returns to his table, and speaks resignedly.) ’Tis the way o’ the universe, so why should we complain? In all the world no man has full understanding of any other—nor has any woman—(with a resentful side glance atLydia)—of anything, I think. Hark ye, mistress; you’re young and may learn a little. What is the common error of mankind?

LYDIAWhy, sin.

BIMBOI said error. The common error is to misjudge all who walk not in our own way, and to call them sinners. Then, having called them sinners, we think they sinevery sin. That is the common error; and now, as it is the Seventh Day and meet for confession, I humbly confess to be an erring creature, not above this error myself. To make the matter plain to you, take the calling of a play actor. Now, that is a calling abhorrent to me from my earliest training. I look upon it as wholly sinful and wanton and of the way to everlasting fires. Therefore, unless I give heed to second thoughts, I would believe any play actor guilty of all sins—a man that would beat his wife and murder little children, perhaps even upon the Sabbath Day. Yet, if the truth were known, it might be found that just because a man is a play actor he would not of his nature’s necessity and habit do these things. Nevertheless, my first thought would be that he would—because he is a play actor. Fall not into the like misjudgments, mistress. Know that our ship’s company live under rigid law and rule. Else we could not hope to prosper. What think you may be our company’s recreations on this day?

LYDIA(bitterly)I suppose they will take to gaming and to carousing on my father’s rum.(TheGunnerand theMan with the Braided Beardutter short, grim laughter.)

BIMBO(sternly)When I took my dram o’ brandy I told you it was for no pleasure I had of it. No man of our company may have his dram o’ Sundays except one, and that for being cold inside him, nor may any perform any labor except to the ship’s pressing need. For recreation—none is permitted except the reading of some religious book.

LYDIA(incredulously)What!

BIMBO(going on, explaining to her with gloomy patience)As for gaming, neither dice nor cards shall ever be seen on any ship of mine, I promise you. We permit no gaming any day at all, much less upon the Seventh. So much for that, madam!

LYDIA(bitterly)I see. Your only recreation is to torture your captives!

BIMBO(shaking his head despondently)So! (He exchanges a pained, satiric smile with theGunner.) That’s all they know of us, is it? (He turns again toLydia.) Young madam, again you speak out of your ignorance. You and your father and the young man here have given us much provocation. Have you heard one word of profanity from us? Have you even heard a threatening expression?

LYDIA(pointing at theGunner)He said we should be made to suffer for the badness of our cargo.

BIMBO(severely)He meant a fine or toll should be levied against your father; but that would mean our holding him here and having his daily association with us on our ship until the fine or ransom could be sent from Jamaica. I would vote against it, because from what we have seen of him I would rather go without the money.

LYDIASo you strip us of what goods we have——

BIMBO(sharply)Only such as we shall not be ashamed to sell to honest folk. We shall not touch your father’s molasses. If he was a poor man and what we levied from him deeplyinjurious to his business, we should take up a gathering, or collection, for him.

LYDIAYou mock us!

BIMBO(to theGunner,gloomily)If no one will give you credit for it, what is the good of a good action?

THE GUNNER(gloomily)Aye! What’s the use?

BIMBO(toLydia)Now, look ye: In all our ventures from first to last, never once have we took our toll of poor seafaring bodies that we did not pass the hat for ’em, and every man of our crew from captain to cook’s helper put in something to make life brighter and give our captives hope when we sent ’em on their way to begin their business over again. If your father had been a poor man—and of better morals—and if what we levy of his cargo sorely crippled his hope to make a living, we’d do as much for him. As it is, it’s not to be looked for.

LYDIA(anxiously)But will you let us go?

BIMBOWhy, if what a merchant captain and his crew must expect from us is to be stripped of all and mishandled, we’d have a fine business of it! They’d strain twice as hard to outsail us, and fight to death afore we could board ’em. There’s ruffians in every business that make it harder for the good, practical men to make it pay; but you shouldn’t judge us by the exceptions just because the exceptions get more talked about.

LYDIA(eagerly and hopefully)Then you’ll put us back aboard our own ship and let us go?

BIMBOI didn’t say that.

LYDIA(crestfallen)Oh!

BIMBOYour father, yes. I wouldn’t keep a Sunday-swearing man among my crew at no price! One rotten apple in a barrel will contaminate the whole.

LYDIA(anxiously)And Robert and me——

BIMBOYou scratched and fought or you’d not ha’ been touched. Now that you’ve learned what becomes a respectable-manner female, you’re not only free to go, but you must go. By the strictest law of our commonwealth, women are not permitted aboard except when the ship might be in a port, and then only on Saturday afternoons and only such as may be wife to one of the crew and accompanied by her mother.

LYDIA(anxious)And Robert?

BIMBO(lookingRobertover)This is a different matter. He’s a fine, active-bodied seaman and knows the art of navigating. But more: he has familiar knowledge of all the upper coast of South America—I had it from the master of your ship—and we design to cruise upon those coasts. He’s needful to our company.

LYDIA(piteously)You mean to take him with you?

BIMBO(sharply)He must sign our articles and become one of our commonwealth.

LYDIA(crying out)No! No! No!

BIMBOWhy, his case is none so bad. We’ll learn him our business, and if he’s diligent he’ll rise in it. Who can tell? If we get better cargoes, away from this discouraging fish and molasses belt of trade, he may come to you in England, retired and prosperous and ready to marry you—and all belike within seven or eight years from now!

LYDIA(wailing)Seven or eight years! Seven or eight! Eight years! Eight——

BIMBO(uncomfortably)Ha’ done with your caterwauling, young female; we must have him. There’s not one of us can pilot those coasts, and ’twould endanger us to let him go.

LYDIA(throwing herself on her knees before him)Oh, pray don’t separate us!

BIMBODon’t beg me! This is a commonwealth, governed by law, and the law would depose me if I jeopardized the common safety by turning loose this pilot. He must sign with us. Let him speak.(TheDeaf-and-Dumb ManreleasesRobert,who rushes toLydiaand helps her to her feet.)

ROBERT(his arms about her)Don’t kneel to this ruffian for me, sweetheart.

BIMBO(angrily)I told you not to call her sweetheart. You do it for pleasure, and our law forbids it on the Seventh Day. Stand away from her! Take your arm from her! You do that for pleasure too.

ROBERT(hotly)I do it to protect her.

BIMBOYou don’t. It’s for pleasure, and we won’t have it. Stand away from her, I say. (Robertsullenly obeys.) Now we’ll fetch you to the articles of our company, and you’ll sign ’em.

ROBERTSign ’em? I’ll die first, ten thousand times!

BIMBO(hotly)You’ll sign ’em. We’ll hold you and guide your hand. (He takes a large and soiled parchment from the table drawer and places it upon the top of the table.)

LYDIA(wailing)You’ll make him a pirate? Oh, death were better for us both!

BIMBOFetch him here.(TheDeaf-and-Dumb Manand theMan with the Braided BeardpushRobertto the table and into a chair there, whereBimboforces a quill pen into his hand.)

ROBERT(as this is done)They shall not make me! Let me go, you black villains! I defy you!

BIMBO(forcibly guiding his hand on the parchment)There! You’re writing it, my lad. “Robert.” That’s done. It’s a bad hand, but legible. What’s your last name?

ROBERT(panting)You’ll never know.

BIMBO(grimly)Never mind. Robert is enough. Your hand’s been to our parchment, and you’re one of us by law.

LYDIA(crying out)Oh! Ha’ mercy!

BIMBOHold him here while I get the old man and his daughter back to their own vessel. (Moving toward the door.) Come, mistress.

LYDIA(rushing to her father)Father, you can save him. You can pay ransom for him. You can promise to send them coin from England. Father!

BIMBO(to theGunner)Bring them with me!

LYDIA(despairingly)Father, tell them you’ll pay them. Father——

ROBERT(appealing)Mr. Driscoll, if you will, I’ll pay you back. I’ll save till——

DRISCOLL(furiously as theGunnerremoves his hand from his mouth to lead him toward the door)You villain! (This is toRobert.) You think she’s for the likes of you, do you? You knew I meant to wed her to her cousin Jock in Liverpool, and you madelove to her on the sly. Don’t look for help from me. You’ve got your deserts, and I’m glad of it. You’ll hang when they catch you, because you’re signed and made into a bloody pirate. Why, blast you——

BIMBO(peremptorily)He’s profane again. Stop him!(TheGunneragain claps his hand overDriscoll’smouth.)

DRISCOLL(struggling)You’re a bloody—bluggy——(TheGunnershuts him off.)

BIMBOThat’s another oath. You use that word as profanity. Shame! Lock him in his cabin on his own ship and let him swear there; we can’t have it on ours. Come, madam.

LYDIANo!

ROBERT(held by the two pirates)Lydia! I shall find a way to throw myself into the sea. (Brokenly.) Think of me—sometimes!

LYDIA(sobbing)Father, you shan’t abandon him. You don’t know—you don’t know—you don’t know——

BIMBO(sharply)He doesn’t know what?

LYDIAIt is his own son he abandons.

BIMBO(frowning)His son?

LYDIAHis son-in-law. We were married the night before we sailed from Jamaica!(Driscollstruggles fiercely and utters sounds.)

BIMBO(staring atLydia)Oh—oh, pshaw!(He utters this with the vehemence of acute disappointment and throws himself in a chair, completely disheartened.)

THE GUNNER(peevishly)Well, if that isn’t news to make a man sick! Just when we thought we had a fellow could pilot us on the richest coast in—well, it is—it’s a nuisance! (To the strugglingDriscoll.) Come along, you!

DRISCOLLI won’t. (Escaping for an instant, he makes atRobert.) Now, blast your vitals, I’ll——

THE GUNNER(again securing the captive and silencing him)Stop it!

DRISCOLLBla——

THE GUNNERShame on you! It’s worse, him being your son-in-law and almost your own flesh and blood. Shame!

DRISCOLL(indistinctly)He’s a bloody pirate! He’s a bl——

BIMBO(rising, gloomily)No. No, he isn’t—not unless the lady consents. (He turns toLydiaappealingly.) Now, if he joins us, he might make a very good living and maybe a snug fortunebefore middle age. (Hopefully.) Wouldn’t you consent to it?

LYDIA(shuddering)Never!

BIMBO(sighing heavily)That’s the end of it, then. (At the table.) He’ll have to be crossed off. (He draws a line through the scrawled signature “Robert,” and turns toLydia.) Our laws strictly forbid us to force a married man unless we obtain his wife’s consent. Let him go.(He turns aside in disappointment.)

ROBERT(springing toLydiajoyously)Lydia!

LYDIA(rapturously)Robert!

BIMBO(turning upon them sharply)No sweethearting, now. Stand away from her.(RobertandLydia,checked, stand looking at each other gloomily.)

ROBERTCan’t I even kiss her?

BIMBO(horrified)Kiss your wife—on Sunday! (Sternly.) Where was you brought up?

LYDIA(tenderly)But you can take comfort from this: you know I want to kiss you, Robert.

BIMBO(crossly)Well, belike he can wait till Monday. To-morrow we’ll have what’s decent of your cargo aboard us, and you’llbe under way for England again. (To the other pirates.) Take ’em all three to their own ship.(TheGunnershovesDriscolltoward theDeaf-and-Dumb Manand theMan with the Braided Beard.)

DRISCOLL(during the moment of this release, shouting atRobert)Blast you! Bla——

BIMBO(fiercely)Stop it!(The two pirates seizeDriscoll;and theMan with the Braided Beardclaps his hand over his mouth. Struggling, they push and pull him to the door.)

BIMBO(taking up his great plumed hat from the table)I will make a short address to the crew on the subject, Duty!

THE GUNNER(bellowing out of the door)What ho! Trumpets there! His honor will speak to us on the subject, Duty! His honor will come on deck! Trumpets!(Trumpets and drums sound without.Driscoll,struggling and uttering sounds, is conducted forth by theDeaf-and-Dumb Man.ThePirate with the Braided Beardand theGunnerstand by the door at salute. With a firm gestureBimboputs on his hat. Then he passes toward the door. Suddenly he halts and turns sharply uponRobert,who has leaned towardLydia.Robertinstantly draws back, and he andLydiastand at salute.)

BIMBO(severely toRobert)You was going to kiss her! How dare ye! And look at the state your father-in-law’s in about you, too. Pass before me.(They do so. As they go he folds his arms, then stalks after them to the door.)

THE GUNNER(shouting)His honor will deliver his weekly address. Trumpets there for his honor!(The drums and trumpets sound fiercely again as the pirate captain stalks majestically out of the door.)

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