Of all the nerve! Captain, you must heed my tale. The Dutch -- the Dutch, by God! -- have been sending out press gangs of late, forcing Dutch and non-Dutch alike to serve in the flet of slab-sided tubs those dike-building hedonists call a navy!
Why do I care about the actions of a motley gang of pageboy-wearing thumb-stickers? My reasons are twofold: First, the press gang is the invention of the Royal Navy -- those dress-wearing Dutchmen have no right, I say no right, to use that method. Second, the cheese-eating clog wogs have pressed on of my own sons into their service. How, I ask you, how is he to find glory sailing with that band of incompetent flapdragons?
There is only one solution. You a bold fighting captain, must rescue my boy from life in the Dutch navy.
I've learned the location of the ship that took him aboard -- I will mark it on your charts. I am not without means, Captain, and I will make this mission worth your while.
- Defeat the Dutch West India Company Ship in Boading Combat