“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.“
“You go flitterin’ off to Havana fussin’ over your garments, you go yourself. An’ I may just not be here when you return — can guarantee you that.”
"Wait, no no, no! Mister Thatch, you mustn’t leave on your many grand excursions without me! I need guidance in these things, a teacher, even; I feel positively like a beached flounder—–“
”…My schooner can surely get me to Havana alone, I don’t question that. But catch up with your fine vessel? Laughable! Preposterous! Ludicrous! I’ll…“
”I’ll… Just figure out a new vest with the fabrics here in Nassau, I suppose.“
“Do you see any place ‘round here fit for a proper cleanin’? Keep prattlin’, Mister Bonnet, and it’ll be a lot more than tea stainin’ that vest o’yours.”
“I—…No, I suppose there’s not a launderer of sorts anywhere about this place. Perhaps I should take to Havana, they may have a, uh—well, a tailor, perhaps? I’m not even sure if a tailor cold solve this.”
“B-but, Mister Thatch—there’s a large tea stain on my favored emerald vest! This fabric is quite valuable, you see; I need to have it cleaned, laundered right away. The less haste I respond with, the more it’ll set in.”
