S'pose we talks . '' `` Why , yes , '' says I , `` with all my heart , Mr. Hands . Say on . '' And I went back to my meal with a good appetite . `` This man , '' he began , nodding feebly at the corpse '' -- O'Brien were his name , a rank Irelander -- this man and me got the canvas on her , meaning for to sail her back . Well , HE 'S dead now , he is -- as dead as bilge ; and who 's to sail this ship , I do n't see . Without I gives you a hint , you ai n't that man , as far 's I can tell . Now , look here , you gives me food and drink and a old scarf or ankecher to tie my wound up , you do , and I 'll tell you how to sail her , and that 's about square all round , I take it . '' `` I 'll tell you one thing , '' says I : `` I 'm not going back to Captain Kidd 's anchorage . I mean to get into North Inlet and beach her quietly there . '' `` To be sure you did , '' he cried . `` Why , I ai n't sich an infernal lubber after all . I can see , ca n't I ? I 've tried my fling , I have , and I 've lost , and it 's you has the wind of me . North Inlet ? Why , I have n't no ch ` ice , not I ! I 'd help you sail her up to Execution Dock , by thunder ! So I would . '' Well , as it seemed to me , there was some sense in this . We struck our bargain on the spot .
In three minutes I had the HISPANIOLA sailing easily before the wind along the coast of Treasure Island , with good hopes of turning the northern point ere noon and beating down again as far as North XXXXX before high water , when we might beach her safely and wait till the subsiding tide permitted us to land .
Hands Inlet Irelander Kidd O'Brien S'pose ankecher back lubber talks