Aye, after days with no food and the rum skin dryin' out, you noticed a ship off in the distance. You grab your scope and take a look. It be none other than Captain Sir Francis Drake, the bastardly English born captain, shiver me timbers! You make way towards his ship and quickly catch them, takin' king's men and stealin' 200 pounds o' fish and honey cake. You take all o' his crew's money and you sail off laughin' at yet another successful crime.
Whilst doing your hourly perusal of the horizon with your handscope, ye notice a ship headin' in yer general direction. Apparently the other ship's captain noticed ye first and was in the process of changin' his heading. You curse your luck as he sails back into English waters where ye happen to be hated.