“I am going to prove you wrong. I am going. To go fight the toughest pirate or marine and kick their a—butt. No! Their ass! Yeah! I am going to go kick someone’s ass! Their whole ass! Their big old ass!”
“I’ve seen pirates and fought them. They are stupid. You’re one of the most foolish I have met and you aren’t yet a pirate. I’m not apologizing because you moved too slow. If you want to be a captain you have to get tougher than this.”
“Pirates aren’t stupid. You’re a pirate because you’re part of my crew until you have to go do whatever it is you do. But you still need to say for slashing me. That was against the rules.”
“Heh. You suck at being a pirate. That’s okay. We can work on it. So, since I am your captain you like my opinions. Eww. Broccoli is awful! Can I touch your wings? How high can you fly? Have you ever flown at the sun? Did you fly too close to the sun and fall?”
“I am not that young! You do so have to listen to me! I am the captain! Pirates aren’t criminals! The real criminals are the marines and the world government! And broccoli. Never trust broccoli.”
“I am Colon, but you have to call me Captain. ‘Cause I am your captain now. You can be my second mate. I’d have made you first mate, but your question was silly. I didn’t say criminal. I said pirate. You’re a pirate now. Come on! We have work to do!”