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kid.

They kill for it.

We die for it. End of story.

- Thanks very much.

- Don't thank me.

I don't care about you.

I'm not your friend,

and I haven't got your back.

Simple as that.

Shoo, kid.

Fairy dust.

I found some.

That's mine!

No!

I found some!

Oi, thief! I found it!

Oi, small fry, button it.

Move!

Give it to me.

It was me!

I found the fairy Pixum!

This bogey stole it.

He said he found it.

That means he found it. Clear?

Clear as the scar

on your ugly face!

Take him

to the Captain!

Disorder and verbals.

Move out of the way. Move it.

Get out of the way!

There... There is a procedure

for this, you know.

You're not supposed to...

- Shut it, Mr. Clipboard.

- Oh!

Let's see

what Blackbeard makes

of this nasty little thief.

Oh, what you lookin' at?

I was tryin' my best.

Well, go on, then.

Back to work. Thank you.

Did you find

the natives' camp?

They found us, sir.

They sprang from the trees

and laid waste to

40 of our most formidable men.

Then they disappeared

back into the forest

as if they were never there.

- Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

- We will get them, Captain.

Given the proper time.

Time?

Mmm.

I have sucked these mines dry.

There's almost nothing left.

I must have their lands.

But these savages

continue to ambush my ships,

operating from

some hidden camp,

which no one can seem to find.

And yet you assure me all will

be well given the proper time.

There is no time! None!

Oh...

Excuse me, Captain.

Hey ho.

The show must go on.

How do the miners seem?

Dirty, feverish,

on the brink of collapse, sir.

Why must it be so hard?

So...

Who are we making

an example of today?

Hey ho, let's go!

Hey ho, let's go! a'

They're forming

in a straight line a'

They're going through

a tight wind a'

No, no!

What's going on?

What do you think?

They're piling in the backseat 4'

They're generating steam heat a'

Pulsating to the backbeat a'

The Blitzkrieg Bop A'

Any clearer now?

Hey ho, let's go! a'

Hey ho, let's go! a'

BLACKBEARDI Yeah!

Brave heroes of Neverland,

behold these traitors.

I entrust their fate

to your gracious whim.

This barbarian...

...caught

stealing from the grain store.

...was caught squealing

from the grain store.

Stealing.

- Stealing.

- Twice.

Twice!

- Will you spare him?

No!

Or do you lust for justice?

Justice!

Yes!

Justice!

- Do they ever have mercy?

- Oh, yes. They do.

Often?

Uh...

Let's go!

Don't answer that.

This boy has been

in our mines but one day

and has already proven himself

to be a thief,

a rabble rouser,

and a Pixum fraudster.

- I never!

I ask,

shall you have mercy

for the willful child?

ALL; No!

Or do ye be nasty?

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