It was a sunny day on the Black Pearl. Ragetti and Pintel sat on the deck, beads of sweat rolled down their forehead. Their eyes were crossed, focussing on the spoon hanging from their nose. All was silent, until the clatter of a spoon on deck rang out.
"I told you I would win." Pintel exclaimed.
"I only have one eye." Ragetti replied.
"It has nothing to do with eyes, it's all about the nose."
"But you have two eyes to focus with. I demand a re-match."