[...] You grab a rope, shout your best piratical curse and prepare to swing over. A substantial chunk of glim whistles down from the Neath roof and knocks you senseless! [...]
[...] Of course there is no ship: the pirates are already aboard. You burst out from your hide in the hold and leap into action. The crew is soon overcome and your merry band claims the glim haul as your own. Yarr!