“Adrift on the Sea of Discontent, we came across another scurvy band of brigands. Battle was joined and after bloodshed ceased both bands rowed away from each other.

After the ships departed a small rowboat was spotted, aboard was a sneaky little fellow who calls himself Pete Polhill. We told him he was joining our crew, whether he liked it or not. He "gladly" accepted.

The crew of the HMS Motley had found an admirable and respectable foe.

Cheers.”