The ferret pointed to a reddy-orange glow illuminating the sky beyond the headland. It took a moment for realization to sink in, then the pirate stoat let out an agonized wail and began tearing at his braided beard, the clumsy wooden clogs clicking together as he performed an anguished jig on the shore.
“Whaaaagh! The slime-coated villain’s burnin’ me ship! Yarrggh! Me luvverly Seascarab, pride o’ me ’eart! Badrang, yer rotten foul-nosed worm, stinkin’ screwtailed stoat, warp-eyed snotty-snouted shark!”
The corsair crew looked on in dismay as their Cap’n gave full vent to his spleen. Hurling himself at the gates, he hacked with his cutlass, kicked with his clogs, even gnawed savagely at the woodwork with his teeth as he yelled between mouthfuls of splinters, “I’ll rip yer liver ’n’ lights out an’ feed ’em to the crabs. I’ll cut off’n yer ’ead an’ throw it in yer face. I’ll string up yer tripes fer riggin’. I’ll pickle yer tail in burnin’ brine!”