Act 1 :
Crow's Nest - "Ship off to port side, cap'n!"
Captain - "Yarr, get ther planks and hooks and prepare to board!"
First Mate - "Aye aye, cap'n!"
Captain - "Shiver me timbers, lad, ye don't look so good!"
First Mate - "I'll be alr-"
Captain - "Get some rum for this laddey, e's dien'!
Second Mate - "*Chuckle* Aye aye, cap'n! Some rum for this poor lad!"
First Mate - "*glub* I'm *glub* fi-*glub*-ne!*glub*"
Captain - "Ye still don't look good laddy, how about I feed ye to the fishes, piece by piece?"
First Mate - "Bu... but..."
Second Mate - "Aye, we'll start with yer scurvy lug, then yer hand, then yer foot! How would yer like that?"
*bump*
Captain - "It's thar British! They're boardin' us, mates!"
British Colonel : "You are placed under arrest by the British Royale Fleet, do not struggle! You are arrested for tyranny, plunder, and murder!"
Fin.
Put me on thar list now, or yer will wake up ON THER PLANK!
