Duke: And ol' Pew, he 'd got a pigtail, ain 't he? And every blessed man as sailed with him. I 'm tellin' yer, Captain.
Patch: The sea-cook, he did n't have one.
Duke: Sea-cooks ain 't sailormen. They 're swabs. Jest indoor swabs. Did yer ever see a pirate snipped all 'round like a landlubber, with nary a whisp behind?
Captain: Yer can rot me keel, Duke, I never did.
Patch: I agrees with the Captain.
Duke: Red Joe, he ain 't got a pigtail.
Captain: No more he ain 't.
Patch: Was n't it Noah, Captain; as got his pigtail cut by some designin' woman? Does yer think Red Joe 's gone and met a schemin' wixen?
Captain: I scorns yer igerence. Yer thinks o' Jonah.
Duke: Well? Well? I 've told yer Red Joe ain 't got a pigtail. Does n't yer smell anythin'?