"Avast! The women and the men wear naught but a strap say you? That be too much ta ask, even for the likes of us privateers. My mates - I solemnly do fear that we made a mistake in who be mutineer and who be loyal. And though it may mark me in the eyes o' that lecherous man (and a none too particular one if'n the rumors be true, and ye catch me drift), I'd rather be marked in that way, then to be marked by him while bending over and wearing naught but a strap by that man we jus elected cap'n. I do be thinking now, in a spot of clarity between the rummy clouds betwixt me ears, that our frightful lecherous cap'n himself, that very man who we jus voted for, must be a mutineer. How otherwise can one explain his beastly perversions in wanting us all to dress in such a way as to make one's small clothes seem generous by compare? He do be wanting to see us all rut all the day, I do be thinking, then to do our proper work, as would befit a crew o privateers such as ourselves. If we dally, rutting all day, as it seems that our bedeviled cap'n does seem to wish, then we be sitting ducks for the Royal Navy says I. Mayhap the mutineers do be in league with the Royal Navy, and do be slaughtering us, one by one in the night, so as to slow us even further, so that them bastards in the Royal Navy will have time to find us a'fore we can reach safe harbor?
"Either that, or our new cap'n just be soft betwixt the ears, and lusty too. Now for my part, I'd rather see a man's blood then to wear naught but a few well placed straps for him. Especially if that man do be my cap'n, and may order me lashed for obstinate disobedience if I do refuse to wear his little straps.
"I may be naught but a pirate, but even I have some sense of decorum. What say you? Shall we rid ourselves of new cap'n, who hath revealed too much of his mind to us, and made, at least myself but I imagine most of ye, to recoil in horror?"
Stattick voted then, giving the black dot to none other then Cap'n Ryven, who Stattick had just voted for to be made Captain.