You were on the pirate ship, drinking some rum with one of the scallywags. “Oh, the captain gives no quarter, I tell ya’. He’s always hanging the jib! Oh, blimey, it’s worst when he’s three sheets to the wind! Experienced it meself. Oh, but he is one rather old salt.”

Just then, you saw the captain on the dungbie, observing the water. He looked angry or triggered. There weren’t no sense of mercy in those eyes, considering the scallywag’s statement.