Scout (looking at the ship): "Hey, uh, guys… what in the blazes is that thing? I thought we were supposed to be fighting, not… whatever that is."

Soldier (eyeing the ship): "A mighty vessel of war! I must have it! We’ll paint it RED and send it to the deepest depths of—"

Spy (adjusting his mask, intrigued): "Wait a moment... There’s someone standing at the helm. I have a feeling this will be more than just an ordinary fight."

Engineer (pulling out a tool and inspecting it): "Y’all are crazy. That's a pirate ship, I tell you. And if there's a pirate captain on it... well, that ain't good news for anyone."

Heavy (grinning): "Heavy think pirate captain big, strong, and hungry. Heavy eat his lunch, take his ship."

Suddenly, the fog clears, and on the deck of the pirate ship stands a tall, elegant figure with a wide-brimmed hat, a coat of tattered leather, and a mighty cutlass hanging from their belt. They raise their hand high, the silhouette of a flag unfurling behind them—an old black flag with a skull and crossed swords.