Well then lassie, ye seem to be a mighty fine lady then. I myself am Lord cap'n Hyeroneimo McAllister Strat, baron of Tobago and earl of Trinidad, at yer service.
Alass my ship has been sunk by the kraken-sperm Mustard Beard here, and we are of on a quest to find a new ship, since I sunk his too as repayment for his deed.
*mutters and mumbles*...don't ye be callin me "wench" or yell be eating yerr steety boots for breakfast....*growls*...me ship....The Angel is where a ship should be...in the ocean...floatin...not lyin at the bottom with the dark dwellers....no man would dare to sink me ship or 'twill be the devil to pay....and the devil in this case is called Lily..
*Carerefully catches the bottle with great anxiety for botles safety*
Phew, that was close...
Sure capten Lilly, I know ye name, and forth I have heard of the Angel of yers. Well you should know my ship is nothng less than the devil himself in the gracefull shape of a killer ship. And A canon do not have to be big to acheve great deeds, I tell ya.
*gives a seductive byt yet ugly glimpse with the one eye not under the patch*
So my beautifull captain, let us leave these barbarian shipless rats to their fait, and find our way to me ship?
*throws of the coat and lays the hat gently on the ground...reveals a tight bodice made from very little pieces of cloth...*
Now ye made me mad buddy boy...ye shall now know how it feels to get beaten to a bloody pulp...ye son of a scud sucking sea sliming buck tooth RED COAT!!!!!
*tackles him and sits on his chests and then she violently starts smacking his nose hand chin*
*starts slurpin' the downpourin' rum from her lips*
I be thankin' ye me boy...that be just what I be needin' after a bit of excersise...*smurks and smiles when she be seein' his twisted nose*...o...that be lookin' a bit sore....perhaps ye should put somethin' on it...*grabs a handfull och mud and presses it on his nose*..thats for givin' me a headake ye mongrel
Ah, Captain Lilly, how great and noble a struggle! Twisting his nose into a proper shape, harr harr harr...
The port my ship is anchored in should be on the other side of this island, so we will have to walk. This might be hot in sutch a coat as yours. But if ye wish you can take it off and I might carry it for ye.
And why may ye tell me should I trust ye with the carryin' of me coat..it be worth a lot ye know.....and as ye also should be knowin'...don't be trustin' a pirate...
Come on now, we need to find a ship, and I think that we might be in luck in this here port, I know a rugged ol' sailor by the name of Murdock who might be helping us out!