"Black Sails"

NOW!

Do you understand?

Once we're halfway we're all the way.

There's no way back.
 
So now you and Phelia are gonna run this bitch?

That'll be the day.

Shoot me out a torpedo tube, and that's knowledge you'll never get back.

Do it.
 
"The Captain"?

We were both captains, to my memory.

How are you even on this submarine?

"Were" is the operative word. This is a hijack!

However, despite your unchivalous actions, I am not totally unreasonable.
If my conditions are met. I may restore you to your position complete uniform, blankets and chew toys.
Should you opt to proceed with serious negotiations, feel free to use the brig's speaking tube so we may discuss it.
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Else, step the fuck off and we'll take this boat to the Black Sea and dispose of some rusting junkyard that Russia thinks is valuable.

My question now is, who's running the boat?

Because the crew are legitimately confused.
 
"Were" is the operative word. This is a hijack!

However, despite your unchivalous actions, I am not totally unreasonable.
If my conditions are met. I may restore you to your position complete uniform, blankets and chew toys.
Should you opt to proceed with serious negotiations, feel free to use the brig's speaking tube so we may discuss it.
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Well, I'm not so much concerned about my luxuries.

This is a submarine.

What I'm concerned about is who is in charge of it.
 
NOW!

Do you understand?

Once we're halfway we're all the way.

There's no way back.

Sorry, I was in my quarters taking a war-nap. The bondage was not just a dream! She got to me, too. It's her ship, now!

Let's get on the tubes and figure this out else we're going to be decorating the floor of the Mediterranean. There will be no hymns for us, then. Maybe a bawdy chanty or two, but it's not the same.

But yes, we should swing by and pick up neci first. We're going to need her to deal with Putin. Tell her to wait by an ocean.
 
And so... from what you're saying... I'm beginning to think that you think it's you and Phelia, not me and Phelia, who are in charge of the ship??

Was there a mutiny behind my sleeping back?
 
Love the av.

When she did that face-plant, I lost it.

I have an announcement! The end of the world is a beautiful place.

This is a highly eventful invasion! The important thing is that you still have your boots. That is a great act of mercy.
 
Sorry, I was in my quarters taking a war-nap. The bondage was not just a dream! She got to me, too. It's her ship, now!

Let's get on the tubes and figure this out else we're going to be decorating the floor of the Mediterranean. There will be no hymns for us, then. Maybe a bawdy chanty or two, but it's not the same.

But yes, we should swing by and pick up neci first. We're going to need her to deal with Putin. Tell her to wait by an ocean.
We'll pick her up, of course.

This will be an awesome spectacle.

We have sixteen torpedoes, and four missiles — which might be nuclear. Um... not sure, but best not to fire them until Armageddon, right?
 
I have an announcement! The end of the world is a beautiful place.

This is a highly eventful invasion! The important thing is that you still have your boots. That is a great act of mercy.
You know.
 
We'll pick her up, of course.

This will be an awesome spectacle.

We have sixteen torpedoes, and four missiles — which might be nuclear. Um... not sure, but best not to fire them until Armageddon, right?

Right. And I'll ride one straight out of the hatch, like Slim Pickens. I wonder when that will be. Here we are, in 2014. If I were an ancient Mayan, I would be so embarrassed right now.

Look, I need you, we need you, but I don't think you can steer from the brig.

This is a crazy day. When I woke up this morning, I just had this feeling that I'd end up in the Black Sea.
 
Negotiations have begun.
Clothing and one chew toy have been restored to the prisoner on humanitarian and decency grounds.
Halfway to Galbratier...
 
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