“Have they buildings there?”
“No. When they careen their ships, the Indians build huts for them. Very nice, too, the huts are. Palmeto and that.”
“Then the Indians are friendly?”
“Yes. Sometimes there’s a row, of course.”
“Why don’t the privateers combine, to found a kingdom there? They could so easily.”
“They never agree among ’emselves,” said the pirate. “Quarrelsome ducks. That’s what they are.”
“And if a strong man got hold of them and made them agree?”
“Then. Yes. Perhaps. They might be a thundering great nation. But then there’s the Main. It changes people. It’s hard to say. It’s different from talking by the fire.”
“Well,” said Captain Margaret. “I shall try it. I believe it could be done. And it’s worth trying.”
“I believe you’d do it, if any one. Morgan’d ’ave done it perhaps. But Sir Henry was weak you know. Rum. Well, sir. If you can do it. You’ll be in the story-books.”