Live and die enjoyably.
And then, while you immerse yourself in happiness, joy, and pleasure,
scream that even so, you still need more, more.
And as you scream, struggle violently and die.
There wasn't any need to mourn the dead. Repenting for murder was just as pointless.
I mean, we were pirates. The fact we were gonna go to hell was decided the moment we were born.
Okay, let's see if you can give me and my lovely ship a happy death!