'None of it, Cap'n, we want every pirate in New England – for they're all out there, at the moment – to see your white hair shining in the sun, your bald pate, pale and pink, like that of a Cap'n who ain't been abovedecks in years – this way, mind the wheel, sir – that's right – could you dodder just a bit more? Squint into the unaccustomed sunlight – well played, Cap'n!'