"Ay, there was a good deal to be said for Prince Rupert," answered Astbury, judicially--"a good deal.  He were a proper man--a very proper man, and valiant.  But, caramba, we had no luck!  Luck don't run in his family, folks say.  We overhauled a many good ships, and many a pretty bout of fighting we had; and when we went ashore, well, there wasn't any of old Noll's provost marshals after us.  But for all the ships we took, we didn't seem to get no richer; so being a prudent man, I thought the time had come to shift for myself, and I slipped off one fine morning without troubling nobody.  And there I found my luck! Those islands in the Caribee Sea are a very paradise, and no mistake! And all around there and down the Mosquito Coast the Indians are very good folk, and civil.  And plenty to eat there--turtle and wild pigs, and pineapples and bananas, and more fruits than I can count; and drink too--wines very curious and hearty, made both of grapes and pineapples. And if we got tired of swinging in a hammock, and eating of fruit and smoking tobacco, why there was a many jolly fellows ready to whip into a little sloop we had handy, and off to--to--to spoil the papishers. There is a many papishers in those seas, sir--black idolaters all on 'em."