Aharrr, me fine fellow!!! Aye, an' ye're a sight too free wi' yer talk o' a lashing, see you. A lash is it? I'll tell 'e o' the lash, damn yer eyes fer a spineless swab and blast 'e fer a foundered and broke sailorman else. D'yez know what happened to the last man as I had tied to the gratings over the matter of a minor disagreement about as how 'e reckoned as I'd took more than my own rightful share o' the booty from a lordly Don Plate-ship? Aye, twas only a taste o' the cat he had and he were begging for mercy. A pitiful sight he were, wi' the tears a-coursing down his lined face and every fibre o' his body a-screaming out for an end to the tearin' pain!!! Say-ha!!!Aye. just a taste o' the cat an' he were a-beggin' an' a-cryin' out fer anything to stop the raw agony..... Aye see you, an' I'm thinkin' that maybe ye'll be the next. An' then ye'll know just how terrible and awful a thing it is to have the cat.... with no onions in the gravy.