Pirate: -walks up to Dock master-

Dock master: Ah, Pirate!

Pirate: Quiet, you scurvy lubber, or I’ll be cutting out your tongue.

Dock Master: Excuse me?

Pirate: That’s Pirate for don’t yell, or I’ll have to hurt you.

Dock master: Well, I don’t want to get hurt…

Pirate: -pulls out sword- Then gimme all your mon- Hey, did you know my sword, is like, really shiny?

Dock master: I see that…

Pirate –pokes sword- Now where was I…. Oh right, money! Now! And a ham, maybe…

Dock Master: I don’t have any ham…

Pirate: Then just give me the money.

Dock Master: -gives pirate sack full of gold-

Pirate: -opens sack- shiny gold… I like it... –nods- FIFTY-TWO PICK-UP! –throws the gold up in the air-

Dock Master: What is wrong with you?

Pirate: I have something… Can’t remember what it is… bunch of letters… Short attention span and all that… Parents said I never should have tried to become a Pirate…

Dock Master: I see… POLICE!!!!!

Pirate: AHHHHHH! -Runs away-

Dock master: The police are coming from that way, you know.

Pirate: -runs screaming back and into the other direction-

Dock master: That’s one crazy pirate…