*From within the depths of the raging storm, a frigate wreathed in hellfire drives through the raging seas towards the stern of Captain Zodbeard's ship*
AVAST YA' SCURVY ZODS, PREPARE FOR BORDING FROM THE REAR!
Fire the keel canons, I want a carpet of claret beneath me boots as I cut down them grog stained, pig haired, shark faced plague boils!
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WHAT DO YA MEAN "WE BURNT ALL THE GUNPOWDER TO MAKE THE FLAMES"?! How're we going to fight this cur, with foul language and haaaaarsh words?
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Captain FireSpawn sends over a semaphore message to Zodbeard
Oi, Zodbeard! You fight like a cow!