SAIL HO
Aye laddie, the Captain he be sayin' that there are six Spanish Galleons laden with gold in full suits of sail, riding easy on a south-southwestern wind that is at least twenty knots in strength--one that would push them right past this island that be shielding our own little fleet from sight. The Captain, he be thinkin'that they were probably separated from the main body of the fleet during the storm.
AVAST YE SCURVY SCUM
Arrrghh the Scurvy Scum means to fight us. Very well, Helmsman bring her hard about. Master Gunner! Guns Away! Open us up and show all of our fine teeth. Fire when ready!
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