"well look" you say desperately.

"is the killing part necessary?"

Davy jones pauses in the act of drawing back his cutlass.

"how about, I give you all my money, and you mmm, ---- let me go?"
"Sorry, --- can't do that garr!"

"but why not"

You protest.

"Afterall, who's to here of your famous robbery if you go around killing people"

Davy jones raises his eyes (or rather his eye), cielingwards as if he's talking to a complete idiot.

"Suppose ya gives me some gold and I lets ya go, ---- how do I know you ain't got another 100 pieces o' gold stashed in your breaches garr!"

""Oh come on"

You protest.

"I'd tell the truth"

"would yee now, ---- in my experience folks just ain't truthful about their valuables garr!"

Davy jones continues forward, bringing his cutlass up to throat hight.

"well, ---- mmm, ----"

You say, throwing modesty to the winds.

"how about I take off all my clothes and you search them"

To your utter and complete surprise the small portion of Davy Jones' face which isn't covered by thick black beerd goes a brilliant shade of red.

"couldn't possibly do that! then you'd be naked"

A second later he adds a half hearted

"gar"

"but you'd search my body after you killed me, ---- wouldn't that involve me being naked?"

You ask, slightly mistified at this unexpected piratical modesty.

"you'd be dead! tain't the same, --- has you no decency! garrrrr!"

Davy Jones roars, and before you can protest any further with a swing of his cutlass powered by the strength of agreeved sensability he sends your head flying across the cave.

Well you seem to haved died unfortunately, and of all things to a pirate with strangely coloured trousers and a distinctly odd sense of propriety.

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