A prize for your head, to be worn till you lay dead
The more trinkets, the merrier
A black and red eye covering made by one who has seen better days
A black and red shirt adorned with a medley of spoils and keepsakes
Ever on the trail of the tradewind's flow
A strip of red cloth around the right arm was used by some captains as a mark of censure
With snarled lips and savage hands
Find your ruddy sea legs and get to work, or be thrown to the sharks!
