Afterwards they went into one of the Islands to clean, and thence proceeding towards _Bermudas_, they met with a stout ship called the _Morning Star_, bound from _Guinea_ to _Carolina_, which they kept for their own use. Just after, they took a ship from _Barbadoes_ bound to _New England_, from whence taking her guns, they mounted the _Morning Star_ with 32 pieces of cannon, and 100 men, appointing _John Fenn_ Captain: For _Anstis_ was so in love with his own vessel, she being a good sailor, he made it his choice to stay in her, and let _Fenn_ have the other ship. Though they were not sufficiently strong, yet being most new men, they could not agree, but resolving to break up company, sent a Petition to His Majesty by a Merchant Ship, expecting her Return at _Cuba_. Here they staid about nine months; but not having provisions for above two, they were obliged to take what the Island afforded; which is many sorts of fish, particularly turtle; though they eat not a bit of bread, nor flesh meat, during their being on the Island. They passed their time here in dancing, and other diversions, agreeable to these sort of folks. Among the rest, they appointed a mock Court of Judicature, to try one another for Piracy, and he that was a Criminal one day, was made a Judge another. I shall never forget one of their Trials, which for the curiosity of it, I shall relate. The Judge got up into a tree, having a dirty tarpaulin over his shoulders for a robe, and a Thrum Cap upon his head, with a large pair of spectacles upon his nose, and a monkey bearing up his train, with abundance of Officers attending him, with crows and hand-spikes instead of wands and tip-staves in their hands. Before whom the Criminals were brought out, making 1000 wry Faces; when the Attorney-General moved the Court, and said, An't please your Lordship, and you Gentlemen of the Jury, this fellow before you is a sad dog, a sad, a sad dog, and I hope your Lordship will order him to be hanged out of the way; he has committed Piracy upon the High Seas; nay, my Lord, that's not all; this fellow, this sad dog before you, has out-rid a hundred storms, and you know, my Lord, _He that's born to be hanged, will never be drowned_. Nor is this all, he has been guilty of worse villany than this, and that is of drinking of small beer; and your Lordship knows, there was never a sober fellow but what was a rogue--My Lord, I should have said more, but your Lordship knows our rum is out, and how should a Man speak that has drunk a dram to-day. [Illustration] _Judge._ Harkee me, Sirrah--you ill-looked dog. What have you to say why you may not be tucked up, and set a-sun-drying like a scare-crow?--Are you Guilty, or not? _Prisoner._ Not Guilty, an't please your Worship. _Judge._ Not Guilty! say so again, and I will have you hanged without any Trial.