Club the pirate.
With a sudden burst of courage, you grab your mop and swap it across the pirate's face summoning all the strength your tired muscles will allow, which is, aparently, quite a bit. The Pirate crashes to the floor in a dazed stupor. You bash him a couple times more, just to make sure he stays put for a while, and that he wakes up with a splitting headache. Debating weather or not you should wack him even more, you hear a noise from above.
Realizing your situation, you know you have to follow through with your plan (what little you had of one), or you will die.
What will you do?
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