- lt's our own skipper!
- We knew you'd come.
Get us off this ship.
- Cut the rope down.
- Get us out of here!
Pack out all canvas, you fairy-tale sea snakes!
Go get 'em!
Move them!
Move!
I really think he plans to do battle with us.
Captain Vallo's lost his head as well as his heart.
Haul that jib.
Trim those top gallows.
Two points starboard.
Hold your fire for a broadside.
Shall we fire?
There'll be no firing with the girl on the ship.
We're going to board her.
Below decks, the lot of you.
On the double.
Coming, Mr. Bellows?
The fools are going to trade broadsides with us.
In you go.
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