The lemon-boat's Captain, tied up:

What a terrible end. Tied up on a pirate ship: my boat stolen by tricksters, gambled away at dominoes, captured by pirates and then scuttled by the infamous Magentabeard. It's not good to enrage notorious pirates at the best of times... better to just give them the goods and let them gnash their teeth and bristle their beards a bit, then everything's OK. It's worked before. I had a good career, did a little business, got robbed now and again. That kind of thing I could claim on the insurance. But what can you do when all you have are the lemons that those terrorists haven't eaten yet? He broke my boat up into its component parts looking for something valuable. My little boat! Now nothing more than a pile of floating rubble in the middle of the sea, drifting in a shoal of bobbing lemons. It really is very, very sad.

I wonder what they'd say in The Skinned Weasel.

And now they get their hands untied because of some little challenge remark by that tall shifty one, and I'm left forgotten to fade out of the story like some has-been plot device. I feel used.