Pieces Of Eight

I see you issued s I convene this, the fourth brethren court. To confirm your lordship and right to be heard, present now your pieces of eight, mafello captains. Those aren't pieces of eight, they're just pieces of junk. The original plan was to use nine pieces of eight to bind Pilipso, but when the first court met the brethren was to a one, skint broke. So change the name. One, to nine pieces of whatever we happened to have in our pockets at the time. Oh yes, that sounds very piracy. The master regattie, if you will. I'll kept it safe for you, just I have, but now I need it back. Spiral! Spiral! Might I point out that we are still short one pirate lord and I'm as content as a cuc Salfang is dead. He fell to the flying Dutchman. The flying ship! Made you captain? Just giving the bloody title away. Listen, listen to me. Our location has been betrayed. Jones is under the command of Lord Beckett, they're on their way here. Who is this betrayal? Not Where's Will? Not among us. And it matters not how they found us, the question is what will we do now that they have? We fight. Shipwreck core is a fortress. A well-supplied fortress. There is no need to fight if they cannot get to us. There be a third course. In another age, at this very spot, the first brethren cord captured the sea goddess. I bound her in her bones. That was a mistake. Oh, we tamed the seas through ourselves. I. But opened the door to Beckett and his ilk. Better were the days when mastery of seas came not from bargains struck with eldritch creatures, but from the sweat of a man's brow and the strength of his back alone. You all know this to be true. Gentlemen. Ladies. We must free Calypso. Shut them! Shoot him and Calypso and then shoot his tongue. Trim that scraggly beard. So Fang would have agreed with my boss. I.