It should be quite simple really- ye throws 'em in the bilge, writes yer ransom note and wait fer the money to arrive. But no- the blaggards keep tryin' to escape. So then ye has all the bother of chainin' 'em up an' postin' a guard on 'em.
Why can't they just sit there an' wait it out? Bluddy nuisance I tells ye.
Feedin' 'em can be a real pain. Oi spent half me ships resources feedin' this fat French 'Marquis' hostage wifs a 'penchant' for eatin garden snails.
Problem was we has to land on this bleedin' island and catch the slippery little buggers. It took us ages, and we ended up gettin' ambushed by some tribe of Carib Indians. That blow dart in me bum really hurt!
In the end, we ended up chuckin' Monsieur Snail overboard with his dinner...yar!
DaveL wrote:What's the world comin' to when yer can't make any honest livin' being a evil thievin', cutthroat, murderer?
I be with ye matey. I may be just a Jim Lad ere but ye notice anythin queer 'bout em landlubbers these days? They be the one's thievin, cutthroatin' and murdererin', I say, and thar aint nothin' honest 'bout it either.