One can be a pirate and a good man, though I don't know if that includes decency. His imperial majesty the King of England wants my neck snapped for depravity, among other crimes. So, aye, she was formidable, and she was not decent--she left all that behind her. Broke plenty of hearts--whatever lay in her path, really. Her biggest strike was against a merchant vessel called the Arrow.

The Terrier was in hiding, you know---that's how pirates go about it.

[He is actually warming up to this tale, where his tone in the previous part of the story was rather faraway and thoughtful.]

She was using a rocky cove on the coast of Cuba as a hiding-place, and would spring out of this little burrow like one of those horrid spiders they have down in the Australian colonies.

[Cue scary spider fingers icon.]