Mr. _Atkinson_ answered, it was very hard he should be forced to take upon him the Pilotage, when he did not pretend to know the Coast, and that his Life should answer for any Mistake his Ignorance of the Coast might make him guilty of, and therefore begg'd he might be set on board Capt. _Gale_; and that they would trust to their own Knowledge, since he did not doubt there being better Artists on Board. No, No, replied _Fly_, that won't do by G--d, your palavring won't save your Bacon. _Muchas palabras no valen nada_, as the _Spaniards_ say; so either discharge your Trust like an honest Man, for go you shan't by G--d, or I'll send you with my Service to the D--l; so no more Words, G--d d--n ye. There was no Reply made, and they stood for the Coast of _New England_; off _Delaware_'s Bay they made a Sloop, commanded by one _Harris_, bound from _New York_ to _Pensilvania_: She had on Board about fifty Passengers; _Fly_ gave Chase, and coming up with her, hoisted his black Ensign, and ordered her to strike, which she immediately did; and _Fly_ sent Capt. _Atkinson_ on Board with three of his Hands, to sail her, tho' he would not allow him, (_Atkinson_) any Arms: They, the Pyrates, ransack'd this Prize, but not finding her of any Use to them, after a Detention of 24 Hours, they let her go, with her Men, excepting only a well made young Fellow, whose Name was _James Benbrooke_, whom they kept. _Fly_, after having releas'd the Prize, ordered Captain _Atkinson_ to carry the _Snow_ into _Martha_'s Vineyard, but, he willfully miss'd this Place. _Fly_ finding himself beyond _Nantuckets_, and that his Design was baulk'd, called to _Atkinson_, and told him, _he was a rascally Son of an envenom'd Bitch, and d--n his Blood it was a Piece of Cruelty to let such a Son of a Whore live, who design'd the Death of so many honest Fellows_. _Atkinson_, in his Defence said, he never pretended to know the Coast, and that it was very hard he should die for being thought an abler Man than he really was; had he pretended to be their Pilot, and did not know his Business, he deserved Punishment; but when he was forc'd upon a Business which he before declared he did not understand, it would be certainly cruel to make him suffer for their Mistake.--_G--d d--n ye_, replied _Fly_, _you are an obstinate Villain, and your Design is to hang us; but, B--d and W--ds you Dog, you shan't live to see it_, and saying this, he ran into his Cabbin and fetch'd a Pistol with Design to shoot _Atkinson_; but by the Interposition of _Mitchell_, who thought him innocent of any Design, he escaped.