“Oh, pish. Go ahead, scamper off to find your vest — but do you remember why you’re here, Mister Bonnet?”
“Because you’re damn right ‘bout needin’ guidance, piss-poor Cap’n you were when we met. ‘I want ta’ be a pirate’, he says.”
“——Well, we pirates don’t go waltzin’ about Havana because of a lil’stain, Mister Bonnet, nor anywhere else. Gonna have ta’ get used to more than tea stains muckin’ up your garments if you’re gonna be one of us. An’ I wouldn’t have taken you aboard were I not intendin’ on helpin’ you achieve that.”
“And for your guidance I am eternally grateful, Mister Thatch! I am forever in your debt, both as a friend and mentor. I have no intentions in disappointing you, I swear my very life upon it. I wish to be a pirate and live a life of adventure above all else!”
"B-but, consider—would you not be deeply upset if you awoke with a large chunk of beard severed off? This stain upon my breast is as relevant to my image as your grand facial hair is to you; I would like to still be regarded as a gentleman, Mister Thatch. Both a pirate and a man of dignity.“
”Apiratemay quite well waltz about Nassau with a stain of tea upon his blouse, but a gentleman? Unheard of, sir. Quite unheard of all together.“