I sees Smith standing ‘round on the Quarterdeck and I says to meself, “Isn’t it time I showed him what kind of pirate I’ve become?” And I answers, “Yes, it’s about bloody time.” So I goes to the Quarterdeck and knock that Smith over the head with me empty rumbottle.
Ha! Afterall, it was himself that taught me how things work ‘round here. Which hook is the cork in now, eh?

Tired from the smackdown, I go to the Main Deck to raise a sail or some similar piraty stuff.

(Then I notice that I fouled up the dice, so I have to go do it all over again, but I still win. Ha! That shows him.)