THE PIRATE’S LAIR
IT took nearly a week to run from Norfolk to Bath Town. The sloop had
run into Ocracock before the breaking of the fourth day; had discharged
nearly all of its crew, with noisy hubbub, into the inscrutable gray
of the dawning, and had then sailed away up the sound, with only the
pirate captain, Dred, and Hands, and Jack, and two negroes left of the
thirty or more who had comprised the vessel’s company. It was in the
early daylight of the following day that the sloop came about and, with
a short tack, sailed into the mouth of Bath Creek. On one side a swamp
fringed with giant cypress-trees, their bright-green foliage standing
out against the darker green of the trees behind, came close down to
the point. Upon the other side were open clearings of plantations.
About half a league up, at the head of the mouth of the creek, the
houses of the little town clustered among the trees upon a gentle rise
of open ground. The sloop was sailing smoothly nearer and nearer to
the bluff shore, upon which stood a square frame house with a tall,
sloping roof and two lean chimneys. The house, which appeared to be of
a somewhat better quality than the ordinary wooden house of the common
settler, was almost hidden by the shade of two great cypress-trees that
grew up from what seemed to be a little marshy hollow. Behind it, a
glimpse of a clearing showed, stretching away to the edge of the woods
beyond. A skiff and a dug-out lay drawn up on the beach close to a
landing-place, and Jack could see two rough-looking white men standing
on the little wharf, looking out toward the sloop. He was standing by
with the two negroes who now composed the crew, ready to help let go
the anchor at the word of command, when Dred came up out of the cabin
and across the deck to where he stood. “You come with me,” he said;
“the captain wants you down in the cabin.”
As Jack went below he heard the loud splash of the anchor, and then the
sound of the running of the block as Hands let the sail go to the wind.
The captain was combing out his shaggy hair, and the young lady sitting
leaning with her arms upon the table as he came down the companion-way.
She wore an air as of dumb expectation. “Here, young man,” said the
captain, “you’re to go ashore with me and the young lady. I want you
to carry that bag of clothes up to the house,” nodding his head toward
the table where lay the bundle. There was a long pause as the pirate
continued his toilet. “You’re to wait upon the young lady, and be handy
to help whenever my wife wants you,” he continued, “d’ ye understand?”
“Yes, sir,” said Jack.
Then Hands came to the companion-way to say that the boat was ready;
and Blackbeard turned to the young lady. “Come, mistress,” he said, “if
you’re ready now we’ll go ashore.”
The young lady rose instantly from her place, and stood resting her
hand upon the table, looking about her. “D’ ye want any help?” said the
pirate. She shook her head. “Well, come along, then.”
The captain led the way to the deck; Miss Eleanor Parker followed, and
Jack came behind. The young lady looked around her as she came up into
the open air. The faint wind stirred the hair at her temples as she
gazed steadily at the little town lying seemingly so close. Jack had
not noticed before how thin and pale she had grown. The bright glare
of the sunlight made her look singularly wan. The boat was alongside,
the negroes holding it close to the side of the sloop. They helped the
young lady into it almost officiously, and then the captain took his
place beside her. “You jump aboard up there in the bow,” he said to
Jack; and, as Jack took his place, the negroes pushed off and began
rowing away toward the shore. Jack watched the wharf as it came nearer
and nearer. He could see that one of the white men who stood there
looked haggard and pinched as though with illness. They did not look
like sea-faring men, and he judged them to be neighboring planters from
some of the places further inland. The next moment the negroes backed
oars, the bow of the boat touched with a bump against the landing,
and Jack jumped ashore. At the captain’s bidding he reached out his
hand, and in instant response felt Miss Eleanor Parker’s grasp, soft
and warm. She held tightly to him as he helped her up from the boat to
the landing, and he was conscious that the two men on the wharf were
staring intently at him and at her.
They still stood dumbly staring as Jack, carrying Miss Eleanor Parker’s
bundle, followed the captain and the young lady up the crooked path to
the house.
[Illustration: “JACK FOLLOWED THE CAPTAIN AND THE YOUNG LADY UP THE
CROOKED PATH TO THE HOUSE.”]
From a distance the house had appeared picturesque—almost
beautiful—hidden among the soft-green foliage of the cypress-trees;
but it looked shabby and weather-worn and even squalid upon a nearer
approach. A young woman of sixteen or seventeen years old stood in the
doorway, looking at them as they came up the path. Her face was not
uncomely, but was heavy and dull. Her hair was light and colorless,
and was tied up under a dirty cap. She was in her bare feet; she wore
a jacket without sleeves, partly pinned, partly buttoned, and under
it a flaming red petticoat. She stared at them with wide eyes, but
the pirate said nothing at all to her, and she stood aside as he led
the way directly into the house. The floor was bare and uncarpeted.
There were a table and two chairs; some tin boxes and a couple of
candlesticks, caked with grease, stood upon the mantel together with
a loud-ticking clock. Altogether, the room, with its bare plastered
walls, was very naked and cheerless, and was filled with a rank, smoky
smell. “Sit down, mistress,” said Blackbeard; and then, as Miss Eleanor
Parker obeyed him, “This is my wife,” he said, “and she’ll look after
you for a while. D’ ye hear, Betty? You’re to look after the young
lady. Go up-stairs now, and get the spare room ready, and be as lively
about it as you can. You take the young lady’s bundle up-stairs, boys;
he—” nodding toward his wife—“she’ll show you where.”
Jack followed the young woman up the rickety stairs to the sagging
floor above. “Here, this is the place,” she said, opening the door
upon a room directly under the roof. It looked out through two windows
across the creek to the swamp on the other side, a half mile or so
away. “Who is she?” said the woman to Jack, as he followed her into the
room, and laid the traveling-bag upon the bed.
“The young lady down-stairs? She’s Miss Eleanor Parker,” Jack answered.
“A grand, fine lady, ben’t she?” and Jack nodded. “Well, you trig up
the room a little now, won’t you? I’ll just go put on a better dress,
for, d’ ye see, I didn’t look for Ned to bring such fine company. You’d
better bring up a pail of water, too, for I reckon she’ll be wanting to
wash herself.”
Blackbeard’s wife was gone for a long time. The pirate walked
restlessly and irritably up and down the room, stopping once at
the mantel-shelf to fill a pipe of tobacco. The young lady sat
impassively, with her hands lying in her lap, gazing absently upon
the floor. Once or twice the pirate glared with angry impatience at
the door. At last there was the sound of footsteps—this time not
of bare feet—clattering down the stairs, and a second later the
pirate’s wife opened the door and entered the room. She had changed her
slatternly dress for a medley of finery. She wore high-heeled shoes and
silk stockings with red clocks. She courtesied to the young lady as
Blackbeard glared at her. “If you come along with me now, madam,” she
said with an air, “I’ll show you to your room.”