Oho, so it’s a -contest- now, is it? 
and my cutlass could use a little exercise, too…
Whar be our lookout? How do they respond?
Aye! One point Starboard! Steady, sir!
All right, men, OPEN FIRE!!
er, port me means, my one drunken eye misread yer directions
Crossen the T or a broadsids Cap’n?
Open fire, aye SAH!
Helm, one point to starboard, if you please.
:: tunabreath turns the wheel one handle to the right ::
:: SDS Tom swings to the left ::
Firing for’ard guns, SAH!
ssssssssss
BOOM!
BOOM!
SPLASH!
SPLASH!
SAH! We still be at extreme range, the thirty-eights cahn’t reach thaht bleedin’ raft. Shall I keep tryin’ with the long nines?
:: Gunners reload the nine-pounder guns ::
Such excitment! In tense times like this, I… cook!
Feast after the plunderin’!
Hey! What’s all this racket going on? It’s disturbed my nap!
Holy cow, these guys were serious about pirating! Think I’ll go hide below for a while.
No, wait; that’s the first place to get wet if we sink. Crow’s nest for me!
DD
Is it time for the feast yet? Shiver me timbers, avast and ahoy, yarr.
Broasides, men!
Are we in range of anything?
CAN’T YOU PEOPLE TELL ME IF I’M WRONG?!?!
Scuba_ben, do what ye must; it’s as them Caribbean pirates say: Take all ye can, give nothin’ back.
Or something like that.
Begg’n yer pardon, Cap’n sir ma’am… the lookout appears to have fallen overboard.
So, late eve’n before last, I jumped into the water to save the lad, 'aving tied a long rope around me waist before I did so’s I could pull us both back up to safety on The Ted.
Yeay, though I tied me a goodly knot (it being me own well being I was concerned with), just as I came up from me dive, I glanced up to The Ted and saw Kn(scurvydogofabadgirlsheis)ckers untyin’ me rope from the ship and throw’n it into the water.
Well, I found the silly lookout, floating face up on an empty barrel of rum and managed to keep him from fall’n, off and drownin’ and watched as our fine ship sailed away.
Well, a fine and beautiful night it was, Cap’n sir ma’am, and I wasn’t fear’n drownin’ meself since we had the empty barrel you see.
Though I did begin to wonder about when and where I might be see’n a ship or even land again.
Fortunately, this morning I found me a fine pair of giant sea 'orses and made a right fine job of lasso’n them and having them pull me (and the lookout) on a pair of skis I made from said barrel right back 'ere to our lovely ship and climbed back aboard (with the lookout) from astern.
The lookout still be passed out, by the way.
Why we be about to board the Peark/Pearl? Jack get on yer nerves maybe?
Scuba_Ben have ye enough cannon balls and shot? Everyone ‘ave all the apples, rum, or anythin’ else they be needin’ to get ‘em through this fight? Peg, anything I can be gettin’ ye for that feast? Anyone be needin’ anythin’ just give a shout. And tunabreath, thankee. It be nice to know my work be appreciated. And my eyes work fairly fine, since ye asked.
Arr. There be plenty o’ cannons and shot both, sah. I’ll just be over h’yer if ye needs me.
First Mate NoClue, while ye diddna stick to the code, yer a good man. Thankee for yer doin’s. Get the lookout to the doctor and lend a hand where ye can.
Pilot tunabreath, how far from this vessel be we? See ye her name, her crew? Be it the Pearl?
Jack be mightily on me nerves, and is quite unlucky that I found me another ship. He bloody sank mine.
Arr, I can make out the name… It be… Poseidon? What in thunder?
*There’s got to a morning after . . . *
There’s got to be a morning after . . .
For God’s sake Cap’n, open fire! I hates that hellish song!
Capn?
Cargomaster Bosda beggin’ ta report.
There’s a mistake in the manifest, sar.
10 live rabbits for Beiruit, Lebanon? No sir.
10 live rabbits for Beyruth, Austria, sar.
Only, now we got 40 rabbits, sar.
Them little buggers sure do like each other, sar.
Can we take a detour up the Danube, sar?
We’re close enough to read that raft’s name? Great! They’re in range fer shahr! 
Helm, hard over and umask the broadsides!
:: SDS Tom turns hard to the left, gunners man the starboard guns ::
Firing broadsides, SAH! Me hearties, let’s give 'em what-for!
sssssssssssssssss
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
WHAM!!
SPLASH!
BAM!
Reload, set for deck strikes, keep two for hull strikes, then man the port guns.
Helm, hard over tah LAR’board if yah please, and tack back the other way! Steady, me hearties, we’ll slow her down, then take her. We don’t want to sink that raft yet.