"Ye ain't pulling a fast one on my eyes my 
Pirate hunters
by
Boots calmly walked towards an open window-hatch, a bottle of rum is lowered down onto the sill. Upon the placement, the pirate places his scarred-induced hands on his wailing back and pushes.
“Argh! Me back be free of this wretched ache! Well, guess I learned a lesson: take a break when the Cap’n says so. Welp, time to rest...”
Taking his cue, the sill creaked in annoyance as the pirate’s body self-inquired the best resting position while perched on a sill. With a hairy arm supporting his night-colored beard, he spent his leisure-time mentally capturing the seas itself. There the familiar specs of white dots danced about the blue sky; he gasped before slowly releasing the captured air, he remembered how deep in the seven seas the ship was. With the mind returning to boredom, his eyes scanned under the blue sky.
“Ah poor ship, how these blue, blue, waves harass yah. I can hear yer wails, but I judge not. And even when the harassment be over, the aches only then take over; yet only can I respond with ‘such is life’... Huh, what be a ship in these waters be doing here? Where’s me spotting scope!”
The boots thus began a chaotic dance recital; the arms took the center stage as it flailed around to uncover the hidden telescope. As the telescope may have enjoyed the scene, it soon squeaked loud upon the firm clasp on its metallic skin. The pirate returned to the window-hatch and his arms stretched the telescope wide-wards. Eyeing in on the odd element, his eyes darted around to find any friendly symbol but soon froze.
“Oh me Flyin’ Dutchman! We’ve been tracked! Hey ho! Sound the alarm, pirate hunters come and in full-mast they set sail towards us!”
Whatever wail the ship can ever muster, the cacophonies of a hundred bodies darting around alone had easily drowned out such sorrows. The pirate unsheathed his sword, the sun’s naïve light touched and bounced off the sword. Sheathing his sword, he unholstered his flintlocks and his arms helped his eyes scan such. Cocking and holstering them, his body emerged from his room and joined in the traffic of the workplace as pirate bodies shuffled and kicked around to ready on their position. Albeit the humidity would’ve granted a hasty rest through stroke, the adrenalin surging about the bodies had protected them from unwanted advances of humidity.
Finally getting to the deck, he about-faced and attempted advancing towards the Captain’s spot. However, the Captain echoed:
“Brace!”
And the pirate mass dropped dead and clung hard to any support they could find; as soon the ship screeched thanks the holes formed from the steel cannon-shots who mercilessly ripped through her. With that, the pirate mass resumed its circuitry and soon he met with the Captain; he screamed:
“Madame! I’m here, let me take over the steering and yah the commandin’!”
“Finally yer here, Wither! Please, they be gainin’ too much ground. So steer us towards oure enemy! And when we get close, steer us parallel to their starboard side and avoid portside! Today, I must accept my bounty and let them hath none of it!”
“Cap’n oh Cap’n! Are yah mad?”
“Mad? No! Blimey, avoid their hull Wither!”
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"Come on ole' girl ye can do it. Git yer nose away from them." He grabbed tight of her wheel and cranked her hard. The hull of the pirate hunters vessel scraped the ship.
"Turn yer ass girl! TURN yer ass!"
"Fire yer cannons at will!," yelled the Cap'n.
Wither held as tight as his leathery hands allowed. The side impact threw the crew around, but they been trained for this and all them boots jumped right up and readied to fight. He pushed the throttle full speed, putting distance between them.
"Wither! Turn this ship around and come aside them. We shall show them what happens to pirate hunters."
"But Cap'n, we are clear to run full board. Yer sure yer not mad?"
"Thar's gold on that vessel, and it has our names on it!"
"Aye' Cap'n."
Upon his orders, Wither turned the ole' ship around and warned crew to prepare for impact. His eyes shone with the idea of more gold. His brain talks to him, wondering why the Cap'n is intent on revenge instead of getting away. "Brain, she is just nuts about shiny things. As men, we don't ask ye' women what they be thinkin' if ye wants to live."
All the crew were swingin swords as they climbed the hunter vessel. "Ha ha, we outnumber yer worthless crew," yelled the Cap'n. "Now ye' gold is all MINE!!!"
Wither saw the look in her eyes and cringed. After they looted the ship, he was given orders to sink it. "Aye aye, Cap'n."
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and there ye have my bit o' pirate storytellin'. Welcome aboard my vessel.