Cannons are only one weapon in my arsenal

If the surface is flat, tharr will be a cannon

I prefer the sword.

Keep the cannons, fear will be my greatest weapon.

I hate cannons. They make such a mess!

Gold, loot, and all things shiny

The souls of my enemies

More efficient deck-swabbing mops

I be the captain!

I’ll be the best gunner ya’ ever did see.

I am the ship. I need no crew.

I’m just here to swab the poop deck

Don’t hesitate for a moment. The loot is worth the risk. Besides, ghosts don’t exist.

Ignore the loot and recruit the ghosts to your crew.

Move along to another ship. This one is too risky.

Do the decks look clean? If not, I row over there with my trusty mop in hand!

Dive into a pool of stolen gold coins.

Sing sea shanties late into the night.

Relax and enjoy the smell of the ocean.

Stay focused. A true pirate can’t be distracted by such pleasantries.

I dance with my mop, pretending it’s my dear departed, Theodosia

The Moon.

My compass points to treasure.

The current of the ocean.

A feint song on the wind.

Dive in and grab it, of course!

Grab a net and drop the anchor.

I’ll pull it up from the ocean floor.

My beard.

My hat.

My fins.

My mop.

Sneak aboard the enemy ship and blend into their crew

I go down with my ship.

Swim.

Grab a dinghy and make for land. After storing some of the treasure, of course.

Dip my mop in the water and go to town on the deck - no sense in wasting perfectly good mop water!

The treasure that now supports your illustrious life style.

Your marvel of a ship that carried you across the seas.

The moon-lit nights that guided your way.

The ebb and flow of the ocean that you traveled.

The explosions of cannons and clanging of swords.

The faces of those you lost at sea.

That one time that Captain mentioned how clean the poop deck was