Bet a gallon rum, ye never heard of 'em. Shipmates were chillin', water were still. Then we heard lots of 'thump', of a sudden a hundred o'em vicious rats were all around, yelling orders like me captain would, if him throat hadn't they cut already. Now here I'm, sold to slavers. Ye get me, chap? Rats, PiRats!! Instinct: to assault ships

• sorround ships with their large fleets