... to deal once and for all with me old nemiz..., me old pnemist..., me old enemy. How did it be getting to this he asked himself? Hardly any long term plot development, and no characters to be havin crises at critical moments. I blames meself, he thought; and then there be Brucey.
Brucey an me had knowed each other since we broke out of playpens together, he were a-recollecting. We wents to the same reform schools, played the same games (Australian rules croquet fer the most part), smoked, drank and fired off our guns together*. And then one day he were telling me, "I was watching that there 'Songs of Praise' on Sunday" . I were shocked, and begged him to stop afore it were too late. He thought he could handle it, buts I'd seen it before. Afore long there were a little fish sticker next to the nodding dog in the back winder of his galleon, and I knewed then he were lost to us.
The capn were prone to these flashbacks, partly fer plot purposes, but mostly due to a bad batch of snuff he'd taken in the 1660s.
Down in the galley, an anonymous crew member, unlikely to survive the next trip to a strange island, was talking to Blind Pugh, "so tell's me about yerself. Why did you renounce the archbishopric to become a pirate?"...
*yer can leave off the Freudian stuff matey, he ain't been born yet