You've sold me Humble Bellows - and to a king's flunky!
Aye. 'Tis my modest opinion that no man can fly pirate colors who's not willing to sell his friend, his sweetheart, or his mother.
Baron Jose Gruda:
Well spoken, Mr. Bellows.
Foul spoken it is, Humble Bellows. You've turned your hand against your captain's back. Yellow was never a pirate's colour.
There goes a good pirate, Stub Ear, to sell his wares like a fish peddler. Meaning no disrespect to the skipper, of course.
And us, with a price on our heads, hove to in one of His Majesty's ports like sitting ducks.
But if the skipper pulls us through again, we'll be the ducks what laid the golden eggs.
Ye be thinking of geese, if you'll pardon the correction, Poison Paul. Geese... on a wild goose chase.