Oh no sir, I must disagree. I saw no fault or failings in your leadership. It was I and any other drunken crew member that took advantage of your kindness. I refuse the rank of 1st mate and would rather be Cabin Boy Second Class serving under you. At your command sir.
I reluctantly assume the mantle.After my last experience as Kiptin I hesitate to presume that exalted rank but in the interests of a tidy and trim ship I am persuaded by your logic. Set all sail,trim the jibs and spank the spinnakers.Keep a sharp lookout for reefs and White Whales,sharpen the harpoons,then ship the oars.Load all cannon with grapeshot against boarders. Secure the rum locker with triple locks,there,ll be no repeat of the last escapades.Hoist the black flag and prepare to slit throats.
Brilliant!! We serve with glee, Kiptin.
Tis a pleasure to have a crew that while a bit scurvy,and unruly when drunk on rum,still can perform such a marvelous feat of seamanship when given the chance and led by a Kiptin of daring and intrepidity. I shall endeavor to persevere as a Kiptin who deserves such a crew under my command. Heave Ho,wait! What? No,not that hoe! Weigh anchor and steer 3 points off the Starboard bow,ahead warp factor___? Wrong movie,never mind!
Tis ok, Kiptin. It is my failing. I confused you with the flurry of action near the bridge.
Aye,1st mate.Tis that pirate Bart that knows the location of much treasure.Indeed have the helmsman steer a course directly for that location.Perhaps we can arrive while that scurvy dog Bart is under the water gleaning the treasure only he knows the location of,that greedy pirate! We,ll lay all guns on his rickety ship,and I use that word in jest,and when he surfaces we,ll have a surprise waiting for him. I know his crew,a craven bunch with no courage to speak of,disloyal too.We,ll reap the profits of his labor and sail off into the sunset,or sunrise as the case may be,leaving him to weep bitter tears and resort to copius amounts of rum to drown his sorrow. First we,ll force him to reveal the co-ordinates to all his treasure that he has so far refused to reveal. Sharpen the sabers and cutlasses in the event we have to board his ship.
Aye, aye, Kiptin. Orders are clear and the crew is happy to finally give that scurvy dog his dues. Will he not be surprised while on the bottom gathering OUR treasure to his ship sinking to the bottom beside him.
Aye mate,you can give the greedy dog his due.After we confiscate the treasure and force the location of his other treasures from him. Holding out on his fellow pirates is not nice,he has a long and checkered past of doing that very thing. But,bloody steaks? T-bones? No need to waste good steaks on the likes of him.The sharks and barracudas will be happy to finally give him his due!
The whole crew is anxious to watch him enter Davy Jones Locker via the belly of a shark.
Er,ah! I don,t think that,s the part of a shark he,ll enter that fabled locker from!
Some days are just designed to make life a challenge it seems.
Aye, Kiptin. Your wit is keen and your words are true. Before entering the bowels of Davy's locker a shark's bowels shall be his passageway.Er,ah! I don,t think that,s the part of a shark he,ll enter that fabled locker from!
Ha,you want Cicadas,I,ll send you Cicadas! WAAAWAAA WAAWAA WEEEOOOOO! All day long! Nice find tho,even if it,s not metal!
