I approach your cell door and open it, pleased to see you in your chained-up state.

Ahoy, chum. Did ya see how me cannons did a number on yer ship and crew? Yer lucky fer bein' the only one we fetched alive.

I boop your nose, then sit back with my legs crossed, my chin resting on my hand.

What should ol' Nora do with ya, hm? Should I have ya walk the plank, or should we share a wee ol' swig o' rum, eh?