“Thank you,” said the Doctor. “This is really most attentive. But I don’t think it will be necessary to eat them. Don’t let any of them reach the shore until I tell you—just keep them swimming about, will you? And please make Ben Ali swim over here that I may talk to him.” So the shark went off and chased Ben Ali over to the Doctor. “Listen, Ben Ali,” said John Dolittle, leaning over the side. “You have been a very bad man; and I understand that you have killed many people. These good sharks here have just offered to eat you up for me—and ’twould indeed be a good thing if the seas were rid of you. But if you will promise to do as I tell you, I will let you go in safety.” “What must I do?” asked the pirate, looking down sideways at the big shark who was smelling his leg under the water. “You must kill no more people,” said the Doctor; “you must stop stealing; you must never sink another ship; you must give up being a pirate altogether.” “But what shall I do then?” asked Ben Ali. “How shall I live?” “You and all your men must go on to this island and be bird-seed-farmers,” the Doctor answered. “You must grow bird-seed for the canaries.” The Barbary Dragon turned pale with anger, “_Grow bird-seed!_” he groaned in disgust. “Can’t I be a sailor?” “No,” said the Doctor, “you cannot. You have been a sailor long enough—and sent many stout ships and good men to the bottom of the sea. For the rest of your life you must be a peaceful farmer. The shark is waiting. Do not waste any more of his time. Make up your mind.” “Thunder and Lightning!” Ben Ali muttered—“_Bird-seed!_” Then he looked down into the water again and saw the great fish smelling his other leg. “Very well,” he said sadly. “We’ll be farmers.” “And remember,” said the Doctor, “that if you do not keep your promise—if you start killing and stealing again, I shall hear of it, because the canaries will come and tell me. And be very sure that I will find a way to punish you. For though I may not be able to sail a ship as well as you, so long as the birds and the beasts and the fishes are my friends, I do not have to be afraid of a pirate chief—even though he call himself ‘The Dragon of Barbary.’ Now go and be a good farmer and live in peace.” Then the Doctor turned to the big shark, and waving his hand he said, “All right. Let them swim safely to the land.” _THE SIXTEENTH CHAPTER_ TOO-TOO, THE LISTENER HAVING thanked the sharks again for their kindness, the Doctor and his pets set off once more on their journey home in the swift ship with the three red sails. As they moved out into the open sea, the animals all went downstairs to see what their new boat was like inside; while the Doctor leant on the rail at the back of the ship with a pipe in his mouth, watching the Canary Islands fade away in the blue dusk of the evening.