Avast, Captain! We’ve been fightin’ fer nigh on a week now, but we need yer ‘elp to get it finished. Even wi’ the ‘elp o’ Barbarossa ‘n’ my fleet, the Admiralty don’t have nowhere near enough ships to sink every galleon in Barcelona. It’s time fer ye to grow up – come ‘n’ fight with us. Slay as many o’ those slimy Spanish dogs as ye can, ‘n’ bring me their Daggers fer proof o’ death. The more ye kill, the more the Admiralty will be payin’ ye. This ‘uns big, lad – ye won’t be getting’ this excitement anywhere else in the Seven Seas. Think; come a fortnight, ye can be a hero. Well either that, or dead – but one way or another ye’ll be remembered a hero! Cap, by the beards of all yer mothers, if ye help us win today, I’ll swab clean every one o’ yer vessels wi’ me bare hands.