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?

The End

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