I.--Quaker and Pirate_

I had neither friend nor relation in England, though it was my native
country; I had not a person to trust with what I had, or to counsel me
to secure or save it; but falling into ill company, and trusting the
keeper of a public-house in Rotherhithe with a great part of my money,
all that great sum, which I got with so much pains and hazard, was gone
in little more than two years' time--spent in all kinds of folly and
wickedness.

Then I began to see it was time to think of further adventures, and I
next shipped myself, in an evil hour to be sure, on a voyage to Cadiz.

On the coast of Spain I fell in with some masters of mischief, and,
among them, one, forwarder than the rest, named Harris, who began an
intimate confidence with me, so that we called one another brothers.

This Harris was afterwards captured by an English man-of-war, and, being
laid in irons, died of grief and anger.

When we were together, he asked me if I had a mind for an adventure that
might make amends for all past misfortunes. I told him, yes, with all my
heart; for I did not care where I went, having nothing to lose, and no
one to leave behind me.

He told me, then, there was a brave fellow, whose name was Wilmot, in
another English ship which rode in the harbour, who had resolved to
mutiny the next morning, and run away with the ship; and that if we
could get strength enough among our ship's company, we might do the
same.

I liked the proposal very well, but we could not bring our part to
perfection. For there were but eleven in our ship who were in the
conspiracy, nor could we get any more that we could trust. So that when
Wilmot began his work, and secured the ship, and gave the signal to us,
we all took a boat and went off to join him.

Being well prepared for all manner of roguery, without the least checks
of conscience, I thus embarked with this crew, which at last brought me
to consort with the most famous pirates of the age.

I, that was an original thief, and a pirate even by inclination before,
was now in my element, and never undertook anything in my life with more
particular satisfaction.

Captain Wilmot--for so we now called him--at once stood out for sea,
steering for the Canaries, and thence onward to the West Indies. Our
ship had twenty-two guns, and we obtained plenty of ammunition from the
Spaniards in exchange for bales of English cloth.

We cruised near two years in those seas of the West