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He wore a nice hat—but you have noticed that; and he had a roving eye.

By which I do not mean his eye walked about like this, but that he looked around him a good deal.

If you are thinking of becoming a Pirate—and there is plenty of room at the top of every profession—you will have to look about a good deal, because you will have enemies.

He dreams of other worlds to conquer.

Tom Tomb—that was not his name, but it was the way he signed other people's cheques, and your father and mother will tell you that this is a very mean trick—lived partly on an island, and partly on board the Inky Murk.

You will understand that I mean not with one foot on the island and one on the boat, but sometimes on one and sometimes on the other.

Now T. T. never robbed the poor.

Because it was not worth his while.

But any person who looked rich suffered accordingly.