"Here! Give us the keys, you little beast!"
"I say, grab his ears!"
"Walk him over to the noose. Hold it-…higher, I say, higher!"
"Mangy mutt! Hit him with a soup bone."
"Here doggy…nice doggy…"
"Belay that talk, we want the keys, not the mutt!"
"Can't ya reach any farther, ya bilge rat?"
The prison guard's dog held the keys in his mouth tauntingly. The pirates in the cell were trying to get them away, desperately, pathetically.
"Whatever you do, that dog is not going to move…" the guard said with a chuckle as he passed the pirates.
Frowning, one of them muttered bitterly "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me…"