Convince tha crew that thar be a ghost ship around.
All while I'm working at tha ropes with me hidden knife.
[5]Arrr... they all look around at tha fog that conveniently rolled in, certainly spooked.
[5]Ye free yerself as a ghastly ship sails into view. Ye stow-away below deck whilst yer me set sail tryin' ta outrun the devil ship.
Throw just enough overboard so that the Frenchmen can get us to our hideout. Drop off our loot when we get there.
[4]Ye dump cargo until tha ship be light enow ta shift. Then yer Frenchmen paddle ye to yer hideout.
ROLL INTO PORT
[4] ROLLIN' INTAH PORT LIKE A BIGSHOT. All yer men flood the port with thar chicanery.
Send my powerboat fleet that Worldmaster27 made for me to raid and forcibly take the funding I need from those folks that turned me down.
Destroy every aspect of their lives. They shall regret denying Dread Pirate Beirus.
[1]They be not at sea.
[5]Ye ruin them all completely, an' quite cruelly too. They be naught but beggars in Paris now!
Learn to distill inanimate objects into alcohol, distill the door to the jail cell!
[1] Harhar. Tha' be impossible. Everyone knows that.
BUILD SPACESHIP
[5]ARRRRGH. THAR ALREADY BE A THREAD FOR SPACEPIRATES THO!!! Well, as they say "laissez-lai bon tiemps rouler!" ( BLAH, I apologize to my Cajun friends and relatives, I can't spell in English right now, so. ) SPACE AHOY!
Refuse. Stab him with the point.
[1] He wrestles tha blade away from ye an' knocks ye over tha head with it. Ye black out.
(( I only ever seem to update this thing when I'm deliriously tired. ))