Start yelling at your men to GO FASTER, YE SCALLAWAGS

Men are tossing barrel's of food overboard, furniture, the vast library absconded from other ships but never actually read by you and your illiterate men, a fancy large globe with attaching table, several musical instruments go over, but not the booze, nay, no one shall touch that yet. Your ship passes by a mass of tall islands, like angry rocks thrust out of the water and you get a clever idea, you turn around, hidden amongst the islands and you pull up to the Dark Crow unexpected, sidelong your men blast the cannons at the other ship, shouting wild beast like crys and dirty tongued insults.