"Commander, you better surrender! What I want, I will naturally take myself! After all, you are an esteemed commander, a Viscount of the Kingdom of Castile. I don't want to harm you! Perhaps, you could be ransomed or rewarded..."
"Oh, by the way! Sorry to tell you this so late, I'm no longer a mercenary of the Kingdom of Castile. Our mercenary contract was terminated when the kingdom failed to pay our wages! And right now, I'm a mercenary of the Kingdom of Portugal, serving the Kingdom of Cuba and the Kingdom of Portugal, to capture these two large ships that can be exchanged for ten pounds, twenty pounds of gold!"
"Hahaha! The generous Kingdom of Portugal has already paid us 45 pounds of gold, right in our packs! That's a whole year's salary, paid in advance, all in gold! Compared to the exceedingly generous Portuguese nobility, you Castilian commander raised by dogs really don't treat us brothers like humans! How about that, didn't expect this day, did you?"
