- Baron Jose Gruda: You may be over-confident, Captain Vallo. There are 200 of the King's marines aboard this vessel.
- Vallo: And only 20 pirates. That puts the odds slightly in my favour. Better surrender the ship.
- Humble Bellows: Meantime, we got regular pirate business to settle. We got the plank, the culprit and the verdict. All we need's a trial, an execution and a sentence.
- Slimy: He's guilty!
- Humble Bellows: So much for the trial. Now for execution.
- Vallo: [narrating] Remember, in a pirate ship, in pirate waters, in a pirate world, ask no questions. Believe only what you see. No, believe half of what you see.
- Pablo Murphy: This one
- [indicates Ojo]
- Pablo Murphy: can't talk and this one
- [points at Vallo]
- Pablo Murphy: can't keep quiet.
- Vallo: You've sold me Humble Bellows - and to a king's flunky!
- Humble Bellows: Aye. 'Tis my modest opinion that no man can fly pirate colors who's not willing to sell his friend, his sweetheart, or his mother.
- Baron Jose Gruda: Well spoken, Mr. Bellows.
- Vallo: Foul spoken it is, Humble Bellows. You've turned your hand against your captain's back. Yellow was never a pirate's colour.
- Slimy: Nor rescuing a fair maiden a pirate caper.
- Baron Jose Gruda: [on Vallo, Ojo and Professor Prudence, all in disguise as women] These peasant shapes are not to my taste.
- Baron Jose Gruda: Bored?
- La Signorita: If only there were something to break the monotony of this voyage.
- Vallo: [drops in] Hands aloft, please.
- Humble Bellows: There goes a good pirate, Stub Ear, to sell his wares like a fish peddler. Meaning no disrespect to the skipper, of course.
- Stub Ear: And us, with a price on our heads, hove to in one of His Majesty's ports like sitting ducks.
- Poison Paul: But if the skipper pulls us through again, we'll be the ducks what laid the golden eggs.
- Humble Bellows: Ye be thinking of geese, if you'll pardon the correction, Poison Paul. Geese... on a wild goose chase.
- rebel: You killed Baron Gruda?
- Vallo: If I did a thing like that, you wouldn't need the guns I want to sell you. I'm a pirate, mate, not a dog killer!
- Humble Bellows: Be that bit of fluff El Libre?
- Vallo: That's the bit of fluff that's taking us to him.
- Humble Bellows: Thou hast a generous choice: the gallows, or the sea.
- Prof. Prudence: [walks to Vallo] If it won't crowd you?
- Vallo: I'd rather you weren't coming, but I don't want to seem inhospitable.