Yarr, what be this noise? Mafiosi? Baaaah curse be those land-lovin' scum, those fools can't distinguish good ol' C2H5OH from CH3OH. They are no match for me captain Fingers and me brave crew! I'll catch those scums and make barbecue out of their cheek flesh in no time.

On the meantime, Sir Polyester says that I should point me prosthetic limbs at that landlubber Pedro! That scoundrel, he stole me bounty of rum, I swear! Vote: Pedro.