Ahhhharrrrr, join forces sez 'e, does 'e? A greater evil than 'e or I together, sez 'e? Rid the world of it, sez 'e? An' ye suggest a-joinin' forces d'yer? Aye, an' I reck'n as how I might allow as yer mebbe right by the Powers, Bonney!!!! This be the time ter fight side by side. See you this new curse o' these 'ere seven seas belike!!! Aharrrr!!!! It be fit ter turn the guts o' any true seafarin' gentleman. There be every tarry-fisted hard-bitten, a-swaggerin' man-jack o' this 'ere crew o' mine a-standin' ready ter sweep the seas clear o' this threat ter the good name o' the privateerin' trade!!! An' shamelessly goin' on about 'is father's list o' prizes say-ha!!!!! More like the rowin' boats on the Round Pond, I'd ha' said!!! Come in number nine, yer time's up!!! Wi' a partidge in a pear tree!!!! Aharrrrrr!!!! Them damned an' accursed new-age johny-come-lately perfumed oily free-lovin' froggy frigate freebooters wi' their tasselled sails an' macrame riggin', all a-wearin' o' their fancy striped jerseys in fashion co-ordinated colours, and' wi' matchin' tastefully torn knee-length brocade britches....... Hmmmmm...... Them two jewelled lilac eyepatches be a bit o' all right, mind. I'll 'ave the ones off'n that there queer shaped first mate o' theirs wi' the long yeller hair an' the leather belt what he must ha' put on in a hurry seein' as 'ow 'e's forgot 'is trousers...... but across the chest be a damned queer place fer 'im ter wear them, by the blood o' Teach!!!!!!!

Aye. let's be after 'em Bonney, an' we'll drink our grog out o' Mauve Peter's skull afore the sun sets on Tortuga!

Oh, an' 'ere Iron Roger, afore as I forgets.... After that cannonade I give 'e through the mists from me four broadsides o' ten twelves and eight long nines, all a-loaded up wi' chain and roundshot, fair through yer bulwarks an' fer to take away yer main and mizzen in a storm o' iron and splintered timbers, ahharrrr.... Me master gunner, 'awkins, damn 'is eyes, was after sayin' as 'ow 'e'd like 'is ball back.......