Connor: "Mr. Faulkner, I suggest a much more elaborate plan. We stop in the middle of this raging storm and fire with our peashooter at them in hopes of hitting their gunpowder caches, only after we chainshot their masts to oblivion and batter their bows to soften them up. Instead of just sinking them right away with a couple of well-timed broadsides. You know, for a change of pace. Sounds good?"
Connor: I should be eavesdropping on these people while hiding, and there is a haystack right next to them that is being pulled by cart. Too easy, I shouldn't use it. --- I came here to chew bubblegum and kick ass, and I'm all out of bubblegum.