Chapter 86 THE LAST BUCCANEER

The winds were yelling, the waves were swelling,

The sky was black and drear,

When the crew with eyes of flame brought the ship without a name

Alongside the last Buccaneer.

'Whence flies your sloop full sail before so fierce a gale,

When all others drive bare on the seas?

Say, come ye from the shore of the holy Salvador,

Or the