You just an English dog." "Irish, if you please," Captain Blood corrected him.

"And your parole, you tyke of Spain ?" "You think I give my parole to leave you sons of filth with this beautiful Spanish ship, to go make war upon other Spaniards! Ha!" Don Diego laughed in his throat.

"You fool! You can kill me.

Pish! It is very well.

I die with my work well done.