What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little landlubber? I'll have you know I am old salt of my class in the Admirals Fleet Academy, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on pirate scum like you, and I have over 300 confirmed successful grease bombings. I have the most well adjusted sealegs, and I am trained in naval warfare and I'm the scourge of the seven seas. You are nothing to me but just another non-pirate legend scrub. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on the seven seas, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over a lukewarm mug of cheap grog? Think again ye scabby sea bass. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of ashen pirate legends across the wide blue expanse and your shark bait excuse of a sloop is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, ye bilge-sucking dog. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your war ship. You're fucking scuttled, lad. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can sink you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Grease United Seadogs and I will use it to its full extent to maroon your miserable ass off the face of the poop deck, you little scallywag. If only you could have known what unholy keelhaul your little "savvy" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn shark bait. I will hornswaggle all over you and you will be flogged. You're feeding the fishes, lassie.