"I reckon they were mostly Spaniards, or Portugees, or some such sort of outlandish cattle; but soon we got so as it wasn't only ships we made prize of.  Why, I could talk all night if I was to start in telling you of all the brave sport we had!  One time, I mind, we landed, there was a town, Santa Ysabel they called it, as it might be here"--arranging a tankard at the corner of the table--"with a good high road leading up to it from the sea, as it might be my tobacco pipe"--laying it down with care; "and if you'll believe me, sir, we took and run races, as it might be along my tobacco pipe, and as soon as them Spaniards was 'ware of our coming, they took and ran out by 'tother gate, and left the town empty!  There was seven churches all chock full of gold and silver idols and candle-sticks, and such like: 'twas just who'd fill his pockets fastest!"