What the fuck did ye just fuckin' say about me, ye little bitch? I'll 'ave you know I graduated top o' me class in piracy, an' I've been involved in numerous secret raids on ports, an' I 'ave o'er 300 confirmed plunders. I be trained in ship sailin' an' I be the top buccaneer in the entire pirate fleet. Ye be nothin' to me but just another target. I will wipe ye the fuck out with precision the likes o' which 'as ne'er been spied before on this here earth, mark me fuckin' words. Ye think ye can get away with sayin' that there shite to me o'er the internet? think again, fucker. As we speak I be contactin' me secret network o' swashbucklers across the seven seas an' yer ship be bein' traced as we speak so ye better prepare fer the storm, landlubber. The storm that there wipes out the pathetic little thin' ye call yer life. Ye be fuckin' dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, an' I can kill ye in o'er seven 'undred ways, an' that be just with me bare 'ands. Not only be I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I 'ave access to the entire armory o' the pirate fleet an' I will use it to its full extent to wipe yer miserable ass off the face o' the continent, ye little shite. If only ye could 'ave known what unholy retribution yer little "clever" comment been about to brin' down upon ye, maybe ye would 'ave 'eld yer fuckin' tongue. But ye couldn't, ye did nay, an' now ye be payin' the price, ye goddamn bilge rat. Ye be fuckin' dead, kiddo.