While nailing a horseshoe to the mast, he noticed things that would bring ill luck.This Brooklyn brigand decided to take matters into his own hands. The rest of this so called crew were sorry excuses for seafarers, for they neglected all the required rituals and protections. If the situation persisted, they would all be cursed. He had to teach them the proper ways of pirating.


"Hey!" He called out. "No whistling! Are ya tryin' to bring a storm?"

"And you!" He called to another shipmate. "You'll bring death to us all, I tells ya! Never cut your hair while at sea!"

He gasped in horror and rushed down the mast.

"Are those flowers?" He had to throw those overboard as soon as possible if they wanted to survive. Flowers were for funerals.