"I didn' do it, I swear on me own mum's life!" "Then it be yer mum who is unwittingly sending ye to the bottom o' the sea... Make him walk the plank!"
This conversation was the result of many tiresome weeks at sea that proliferated paranoia and distrust. The man pleading for his life was Jeremiah Lake, a 17 year old deckhand who was accused of stealing from the captains personal store of rum. The condemner was none other than Captain Winthrop 'the cutthroat' Beckett, a maligned soulless shell of a man who had only his own best interests in mind.
The captain spoke again, now to his second in command, Mr. Cobb, "Tie the flea ridden boy's hands behind his back and carry out his rightfully apropos sentence." The crowd of rowdy mariners whooped and jeered. "Absolutely Mr Captain cutthroat sir!... Erm but if you wouldn' mind indulging my unfortunately vivid curiosity for a moment, sir..." The captain sighed, "yes Cobb what'll it be" "well, see, why must we make them walk the plank n' not jus' instead throw them o'erboard? would it not be more efficient to get it o'er with n' spare the time taken away from maintaining the ship n' course?" The whole of the crew screwed up their faces in contemplation. After a minute of thinking the captain broke the silence "Well how am I supposed to know that, Cobb! You've singlehandedly ruined the mood and now you've made me doubt my previously blatantly clear conviction! I suppose you have to bring the boy back in."
And so young Jeremiah was spared... at least for a few days until the paranoia of the rough voyage kicked in again and he was thrown overboard (not made to walk the plank).