"Had sped,
Each buccaneer would have kept his bunk, with a bandage about his head!"
[Here a fresh diversion is effected by The Chirpy Man, who suddenly achieves unpopularity by becoming aggressively ill, and causing a general stampede from his neighbourhood.
The Reciter—
"We wouldn't have boarded her, after that, for all the treasure on earth,
So we sailed away—to the sweet salute of a peal of childish mirth!"
The Chirpy Man (resuming his seat, much relieved, and almost as chirpy as ever, to his neighbours, confidentially). I'm all right agen now. It was takin' a glass o' stout on top of black currant pudden done it, yer know!
[This piece of information is coldly received, which evidently both surprises and pains him; the Pirate brings his experiences to an end by relating how he realised his effects, and retired from business on a modest competence, and the "Daisy" regains the Pier.