“Nay, master, not so. Born and bred to the sea I was, and to the sea I will cleave. Besides, I am Francis Drake’s man now, and with him I shall see rare ventures. Already there is talk of an expedition against the Spaniards. That is the life for me.”
So there was no more to be said, and I gave him my hand sorrowfully, for he had proved a true friend.
“Good-bye, then, Pharaoh Nanjulian.”
“Good-bye, master. We have seen some rare ventures together. I thank God for bringing us safely out of them.”
“Amen! I shall not forget them or thee. And God grant we may meet again.”
So we pressed each other’s hands with full hearts, and I went away and left him gazing after me.