Bloody Bill is communicative and sagacious - Unpleasant prospects -Retrospective meditations interrupted by volcanic agency - The pirates negotiate with a Feejee chief - Various etceteras that are calculated to surprise and horrify.
IT was many days after the events just narrated ere I recovered a little of my wonted spirits.I could not shake off the feeling for a long time that I was in a frightful dream, and the sight of our captain filled me with so much horror that I kept out of his way as much as my duties about the cabin would permit.Fortunately he took so little notice of me that he did not observe my changed feelings towards him, otherwise it might have been worse for me.
But I was now resolved that I would run away the very first island we should land at, and commit myself to the hospitality of the natives rather than remain an hour longer than I could help in the pirate schooner.I pondered this subject a good deal, and at last made up my mind to communicate my intention to Bloody Bill; for, during several talks I had had with him of late, I felt assured that he too would willingly escape if possible.When I told him of my design he shook his head."No, no, Ralph," said he, "you must not think of running away here.Among some of the groups of islands you might do so with safety, but if you tried it here you would find that you had jumped out of the fryin' pan into the fire.""How so, Bill?" said I, "would the natives not receive me?""That they would, lad; but they would eat you too.""Eat me!" said I in surprise, "I thought the South Sea islanders never ate anybody except their enemies.""Humph!" ejaculated Bill."I s'pose 'twas yer tender-hearted friends in England that put that notion into your head.There's a set o' soft-hearted folk at home that I knows on, who don't like to have their feelin's ruffled, and when you tell them anything they don't like - that shocks them, as they call it - no matter how true it be, they stop their ears and cry out, 'Oh, that is TOO horrible!
We can't believe that!' An' they say truth.They can't believe it 'cause they won't believe it.Now, I believe there's thousands o'
the people in England who are sich born drivellin' WON'T-BELIEVERSthat they think the black fellows hereaway, at the worst, eat an enemy only now an' then, out o' spite; whereas, I know for certain, and many captains of the British and American navies know as well as me, that the Feejee islanders eat not only their enemies but one another; and they do it not for spite, but for pleasure.It's a FACT that they prefer human flesh to any other.But they don't like white men's flesh so well as black.They say it makes them sick.""Why, Bill," said I, "you told me just now that they would eat MEif they caught me."
"So I did; and so I think they would.I've only heard some o' them say they don't like white men SO WELL as black; but if they was hungry they wouldn't be particular.Anyhow, I'm sure they would kill you.You see, Ralph, I've been a good while in them parts, and I've visited the different groups of islands oftentimes as a trader.And thorough goin' blackguards some o' them traders are.
No better than pirates, I can tell you.One captain that I sailed with was not a chip better than the one we're with now.He was tradin' with a friendly chief one day, aboard his vessel.The chief had swam off to us with the things for trade tied a-top of his head, for them chaps are like otters in the water.Well, the chief was hard on the captain, and would not part with some o' his things.When their bargainin' was over they shook hands, and the chief jumped over board to swim ashore; but before he got forty yards from the ship the captain seized a musket and shot him dead.
He then hove up anchor and put to sea, and as we sailed along shore, he dropped six black-fellows with his rifle, remarkin' that 'that would spoil the trade for the next comers.' But, as I was sayin', I'm up to the ways o' these fellows.One o' the laws o'
