Duke: Ease off, mates! Red Joe ain 't goin' ter hang on no gibbet. 'Cause why? 'Cause I 'm tellin' yer. I 'll tell yer what the ol' lady seen in the glass.
(Once more the Duke draws the pirates around him. He is Guy Faux and the wicked Bothwell rolled together.)
Captain: We 're listenin', Duke.
Patch: Like kittens at a mouse-hole.
Duke: Captain, it 's deuced strange that Red Joe's ship—nary a stick o' her—never come ter shore. Does yer remember a wreck 'long here where nothin' washed ter shore?
Captain: Yer right, Duke. I never did.
Duke: Does you remember one, stoopid?
Patch: I does n't remember one this minute, Duke.
Duke: Ol' Flint, he had a pigtail, did n't he? And you 've a pigtail, Captain, has n't yer? And Patch-Eye, he 's got what he calls a pigtail.
Captain: Spinach, I calls it.