And towards him it was steering.

"This rakish-looking craft," thought he,

"I fear a pirate ship must be."

It was. Manned by a buccaneer.

And, from the very first, he

Could see the crew were wicked men,

All scowling and bloodthirsty;

Indeed, he trembled for his neck

When hoisted to their upper deck.

Indelicate the way, at least,