"Stuupid bytch ain't gonna let us live anyways...she said NO MERCY!" The mate spits on the deck. "b'sides those below will be able to hold off till Capt Dre gits 'ere, then you'll be pressed from below and 'is crew. Sitting ducks you are...win the battle but lose the day." He snears. "Course, ye can git back on yer ship and sail away 'fore he gits 'ere." Sensing a slightest opening for preservation and him being the new Capt. "We all live t'fight another day."