So there we were, lying in a pile, with pirates gathering all around us.
We scrambled to our feet.
"Okay," said Sam, "Here's the plan. I'll take the small one over there. Joe, you take the guy with the scar. Fred, you take the other... let's see... one... two... three... uh... 58 of them."
Fred shook his head. "No way. I have a strict one-pirate-at-a-time policy. Joe, any ideas?"