My Crew - following my direct and unalterable Commands - consumes all the Rrrrum We´ve plundered immediatly while heading Home! And uses the pillaged Lumber to cobble the Hull of the damaged Parts of the Fleet to prepare it for resisting more Hits next time, and spends the shiny Gold in every dark, smoky, dubious Shebeen We come across for making Parrots sing and Elephants Dance, or in Reverse... so there´s no Need for any kind of Ambush : )    arrrrr