The Pirate's Pocket Book
PIRATE'S POCKET BOOK
He was so celebrated that the newspapers—of that time—always said nice things about him, and always knew what he was doing before he did himself. As he was a very truthful man, he did the things, so that the editors might not get into trouble.
Which was kind.
Nobody knew how old he was. Some said that he was so old that he had never been born.
Some said that he must be young or he could not be so wicked.
So you see there were two opinions about him.
There are always two opinions about a celebrated man.
family. Family of Bone still
living in the cottage.
He wore a nice hat—but you have noticed that; and he had a roving eye.
Tom Tomb—that was not his name, but it was the way he signed other people's cheques, and your father and mother will tell you that this is a very mean trick—lived partly on an island, and partly on board the Inky Murk.
But any person who looked rich suffered accordingly.
One day Tomb captured a young fellow—a very handsome lad too.
The young fellow was stealing flowers.
He was surprised to see Captain Tomb.
"What cinderadustmat do you mean," yelled Tomb, in a voice like a railway accident, "by stealing my flowers?"
"Wild!" shrieked Tomb. "Wild!!" he bawled.
This last yell was so powerful that three of his buttons flew off his coat.
The neat act saved the lad's life.
"I thought it must be your face," said the lad boldly.
He was about to speak again, had not Tomb silenced him with a gesture. He liked the lad.
Had he spoken again, Tomb would have silenced him for ever....