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‘Think too, of the horrid farce we have seen,’ continued Mary.–‘Earnestly consider, dear Ellen, that we are in the power of pirates and murderers, whose motives for detaining us, cannot be any thing but evil, and then say if you will join me in making an attempt to escape.’

‘You talk of escaping from the pirate’s palace, as though it were the most easy and practicable thing in the world,’ exclaimed Blackbeard, who had abruptly entered the apartment from an inner room, and had stood unperceived behind the captives whilst Mary Hamilton had spoken the words quoted above.

Startled by the sudden and unexpected appearance of their strange, yet famous captor, our two maidens were at first awed into silence, but it was of short duration, for Mary Hamilton quickly gathered sufficient courage to enable her to answer the pirate’s words as follows:

‘If it is not an easy thing for us to escape, surely you possess the power to make it so.’

‘True, I possess the power,’ replied the pirate, somewhat ironically, ‘yet for the present at least, I lack the inclination. So you must make yourselves as contented as you can here in my poor house, until I can make arrangements for your future government.’

‘Allow me to ask, sir, by what right it is that you, a person totally unknown to us, have forcibly abducted from their natural protectors, two poor females who never harmed you nor yours?’

‘Believe me, Miss Hamilton,’ answered the pirate earnestly, ‘when I tell you that I have not acted in the manner of which you speak, without reason. But my motives and reasons, I shall take the liberty of explaining when and where I please.’

‘Were your motives such as would do honor to an angel,’ replied Mary, ‘it would not alter my opinion either of yourself or your actions. I believe you to be both a pirate, and murderer, and–‘

‘Stop, you have said enough,’ exclaimed Blackbeard, sternly. ‘If you do not fear the consequences of such rash speaking for yourself, know that I hold in my hand the power of life and death over thy betrothed lover.’

‘My worst forebodings are then realized,’ exclaimed Mary in a faltering tone, ‘and I must condescend to sue for mercy at your feet.–Mercy, not for myself, but for him who is far dearer to me than life.’

‘He is almost too dangerous a character to receive clemency at my hands,’ answered the pirate, ‘for his capture and that of his servant, has cost one of the bravest of my crew his life, therefore, according to our code of laws, which require blood for blood, he is answerable to immediate death. But the pardoning power still remains in my hands, and I am willing to spare him upon one condition.’

‘Name, oh name it,’ exclaimed Mary, eagerly.

‘It is this,’ continued the pirate. ‘You must consent to marry Captain Rowland.’

As these dread words fell into accents cold and calm upon her ears, the self possession which had distinguished her throughout the foregoing conversation, suddenly passed away, and poor Mary Hamilton sunk utterly bereft of consciousness upon one of the richly cushioned seats which ornamented the apartment, while sweet Ellen Armstrong almost as terrified as her companion, looked vacantly around, and as if not comprehending the import of the pirate’s significant speech.

After gazing fixedly for a few moments upon the forms of the two fair creatures before him, Blackbeard stepped softly to the door from which he had made his ingress into the apartment, and in a low but distinct voice uttered the following words:

‘Violette, come hither.’

A moment or two of dead silence intervened, and then a dark complectioned but beautifully formed female entered the apartment, and stood before the pirate, who thus addressed her:

‘Seest thou, Violette, that lady reclining upon yonder seat, with face as pale as death?’

Casting her eyes in the direction intimated by the pirate’s glance, she gave a nod of assent as he continued: