Ey, ye’ve not ‘eard this one before; we found some Captain Barbarossa floatin’ on a piece o’ driftwood in the sea – like a lost dog ‘e was. Anyway, he says he’s one o’ yer mates. Accordin’ to ‘im, his crew were ambushed ‘n’ taken captive by those Spanish dogs. So, we took ‘im in, ‘n’ here’s where we are now; he’s had words with the Admiralty, ‘n’ ‘e says if we free his men, they’ll fight alongside Britain against Spain at Barcelona… Aye, ye ‘eard that right – the Admiralty’s plannin’ to take control o’ Barcelona; if we can take it, it could well put an end to the ‘ole Armada fer good. It’ll be a massive battle lad, so we need all the ‘elp we can garner. Sink every Spanish galleon ye can find, ‘n’ free all t’ crew from below deck. Th’ Admiralty’ll reward ye highly fer this one; but remember; don’t let no one catch wind o’ the plan.