Humble Bellows:
There goes a good pirate, Stub Ear, to sell his wares like a fish peddler. Meaning no disrespect to the skipper, of course.
Stub Ear:
And us, with a price on our heads, hove to in one of His Majesty's ports like sitting ducks.
Poison Paul:
But if the skipper pulls us through again, we'll be the ducks what laid the golden eggs.
Humble Bellows:
Ye be thinking of geese, if you'll pardon the correction, Poison Paul. Geese... on a wild goose chase.
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