A sketch I doodled yesterday.

The great and imortal Blackbeard was used to say this words after he boarded;

I recognized with discomfiture that everyone seems to look upon Michel de Grammont as a clown or laughing stock. Perhaps it's my fault, I drawed way too much funny situations.
I will translate the first chaptures of a story I write about him; perhaps then one will know him better. Until then - here's da Chevalier, giving some cabinboy the fright of his life.

His hair is wrapped in burning fuses, creating a dramatic atmosphere.