WHAT!!!!! He's still there!!!! Aharrrrr, blast yer damned guts, 'awkins, I'll 'ave yer other eye fer this!!!!!! Them prancin' pretty-polly pointy-headed pink-panted pantalooned pestilential poltroons wi' that embroidered floatin' brocaded boudoir o' theirs still be afloat!!!!! Yez swore ter me ye'd put a full double broadside through their port bulwarks an' seen them go (appropriately enough) to the bottom!!!!!! An' now that Pink accursed Peter wi' his high an' mighty mincin' lordly ways sez as 'ow 'e's still afloat!!!!!! Get a royal pardon will 'e? Die a Grand Duke will 'e? In the lap o' luxury will e'? Just ye wait till I get mesel' another gunner!!!! I'll trade yer in so I will 'awkins... fer a blasted parrot, see you!!! So, if'n ye didn't sink HIM 'awkins, who did yer sink, blast yer? An' where's that damned Iron Roger got to?