So little Goody Brown you been a thinking of slinging your hammock aboard my Pirate vessel. And been talking with the Gran eh? – Gran thinks she needs assisting, damn her little tennis shoes – all that villainous wench does is smoke my pipe and steal my grog but she has me by the ear.
and I like a little life in my buccaneers
I too like my crew to look lively not lollygagging 'tween decks haunting the hammock spaces and making the mutinous dogs I call my crew think they have died and gone to Muslim heaven. Although, I will make an exception for young habs - the guy has me sorely worried, pallid face and shaking hands he needs….no matter, I will leave that for another time.
Well! Mistress Goody I like your name – we have our full complement of trollops aboard this brig as Mistress Palo, our irrepressible snitch, will attest - she seems to have recruited all of them. And in addition, I've indeed been blessed with as charming a bunch of blackguards as the hangman could wish for, to keep him busy the whole forenoon.
But I understand you are into sea shanties and hornpipes and other cultural pursuits. Seems to me such antics would be a good cover for a Pirate Ship. Could you teach my scurvy crew to dance a jig and hold the semblance of a tune? I can see it now The Nautical Follies or, for our talented wenches the Bawdy Buccaneer's Revue. Who would ever suspect the true purpose of our enterprise?