The Pirates! Band of Misfits

Admiral Collingwood!

Well, Admiral?

Great news, Your Majesty!

The French are defeated at last.

Also the Russians, the Portuguese,

the Chinese...

...and the Welsh.

Then our navy rules the ocean.

Almost entirely, Your Majesty.

"Almost"?

Unfortunately, just here,

we're still having a

little trouble with...

...pirates.

What does it say on

my royal crest, Admiral?

"I hate pirates,"

ma'am.

Exactly.

Hate them.

With their idiotic shanties!

And their ridiculous hats!

And their endless, blasted roaring!

I want them sunk, Admiral!

Scuppered, smashed, fed to the sharks.

Do you hear me?

I hate pirates!

It's the looting.

It's the cutlasses.

It's the looting!

It's the cutlasses!

Looting!

Cutlasses!

Looting!

Sorry, Captain.

We were just discussing

what's the best bit about being a pirate.

You were, were you?

I suggested it might be the looting.

Whereas I contend it's the shiny cutlasses.

And I thought

it was the chance to catch exotic diseases.

Well, you're, all of you, wrong.

The best bit about being a pirate

isn't the looting or the cutlasses.

It's not the grog or the scurvy.

Or the scantily clad mermaids.

The best bit about being a pirate

is Ham Night!

Ham Night!

Ham Night!

Ham!

On your nose.

Go, Captain. Go, Captain.

Hey! Hey!

It's like a meat ballet.

- To Ham Night!

- Ham!

- And to the Pirate Captain!

- Pirate Captain!

Pirate Captain!

How was that, Number Two?

You've still got it, Captain.

I'd take a jellyfish in

the face for that man.

Okay, now, shush, shush, shush.

Settle down, lads. Shush.

- Lads, lads.

- Pirates!

- It's not all about me.

- Don't be modest.

No, no, no.

Behind every captain with glittering eyes

- and a luxuriant beard...

- Luxuriant!

That's what it is.

...there's a crew of briny rogues.

Briny rogues!

Sure, some of you

are as ugly as a sea cucumber.

Will you get away with ya?

Some of you are closer

to being a chair or coat rack than a pirate.

And some of you

are just fish I've dressed up in a hat.

But you're still the best crew

a captain could wish for.

Don't forget Polly.

And not forgetting, never forgetting...

...Polly. The finest parrot

to sail the seven seas.

Come on, girl.

I love her beady eyes.

Who's the feathery

heart and soul of our boat?

Is it you? Is it you?

Yes, it is. Yes, it is.

It's definitely you, isn't it?

Yes, it is. Yes, it is.

Right. Where was I?

Ah, yes! Ah, yes.

Important announcement.

By order of the Pirate King himself...

The Pirate of the Year Awards?

Are you going to...

Are you going to enter again?

That I am, Surprisingly Curvaceous Pirate.

I know it hasn't

worked out perfectly for the last...

-20 year.

-20 years, yeah.

Exactly, Pirate with Gout. 20 years.

It might be a bit more. 21, 22...

Yes, yes. Thank you, thank you.

- You were very good, though.

- Shush!

The point is,

every time I've entered, I've failed to win.

So by the sheer law of maths...

Maths.

...I must have a really

good chance this time.

Are you with me, lads?

Yes! This can only end brilliantly.

Then let's go plundering!

Land ho!

Blood Island.

So-called because

it's the exact shape of some blood.

Yeah!

Excuse me. Mind out.

Captain coming through.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

One Pirate of the Year

entry form, if you please.

Thank you.

Now, let's see.

"Booty"?

Oh, yes.

"Roaring. " Check.

Shanties.

I shall put "rousing. "

"Beard"?

Luxuriant.

Obviously.

Do you think I should sign it in blood?

Make it more dramatic?

Might be a bit on the showy side.

Bit too much. You might be right.

Pirate Captain.

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