And the brat’s friends are the king’s lackeys. Swoggle me eyes,
they’re all bilge rats by the look of them.

(annoyed): Blast that Peter Pan! All right, then! Bring the hostage
to me cabin, Smee! Hop to it!

(terrified): It’s him! The crocodile that took me hand!
Oh, Smee! He’s after me other hand! I can’t stay here!