"Na na na, it goes like --" He hummed a few bars and was interrupted immediately.
"That's not how it goes, you blighter!"
"Tis so, and don't be callin' me names jus' cause I'm more on-key than you are!"
"You wouldn't know on-key if it bit you in yer skinny pock-marked arse!"
"Oy, yer in a bad mood, Pinters. I'm not even in'trested in singin' no more." And now he was sulking. Pintel rolled his eyes.
He nudged Ragetti and his mate huffed, looking elsewhere. Apparently he'd have to do better than that.
"There ain't nothin' wrong with your bottom, lad. Now what was you sayin' about how it goes?"
Ragetti was stoically quiet for another moment. Until Pintel squeezed said bottom fondly. "C'mon let's hear it, then!"
Sigh. "We kidnap an' ravage, n' don't give a hoot!"
"Drink up me hearties, yo-ho!" Pintel crowed after him, just as tunelessly.
Up on deck, Gibbs gave Elizabeth a look of pure suffering. "Did you have to teach that blasted song to everyone, lass?" he complained.
