What in Morpheus’ locker did ye just bark at me, ye scurvy bilgerat? I’ll have ye know I be the meanest cutthroat on the Arcadian sea, and I’ve led numerous raids on fishing boats, and ♥♥♥♥♥ over 300 SEA. I be trained in hit-and-run pillaging and be the deadliest with a nodachi of all the captains on the high seas. Ye be nothing to me but another source o’ gold. I’ll have yer guts for garters and keel haul ye like never been done before, hear me true. You think ye can hide behind your newfangled computing device? Think twice on that, scallywag. As we parley I be contacting my secret network o’ KGB pirates across the sea and yer port is being tracked right now so ye better prepare for the typhoon drake, weevil. The kind o’ monsoon that’ll wipe ye off the map. You’re sharkbait, fool. I can sail anywhere, in any waters, and can kill ye in o’er seven hundred ways, and that be just with me fishing poll. Not only do I be top o’ the line with a greatsword, but I have an entire enoan fleet at my beck and call and I’ll damned sure use it all to wipe yer arse off o’ the world, ye dog. If only ye had had the foresight to know what devilish wrath your jibe was about to incur, ye might have belayed the comment. But ye couldn’t, ye didn’t, and now ye’ll pay the ultimate toll, you buffoon. I’ll ♥♥♥♥ fury all over ye and ye’ll drown in the depths o’ it. You’re fish food now.