Aye, m’lad! And these pirates be dyin’ a most gruesome death. What be their sin?
Well, glad ye asked! T’ band of marauders be from Somalia an’ they be darin’ t’plunder another ship fer war booty an’ weaponry t’carry on their jihad. They took plunder of a cargo ship from Iran, bound fer Rotterdam by way o’Eritrea.
Then t’pirates be gettin’ sick to their stomachs. They started t’lose hair, lose teeth, an’ their skin set t’burnin’. Thar be only one thing t’cause that: it be radiation sickness! An’ they started t’die.
M’lad, as much as those pirates die from such nastiness, it saves us t’trouble o’ capturin’ an’ puttin’ ‘em on trial. They went t’meet their maker an’ it ain’t Allah! What be t’lesson? Don’t mess wi’ t’ings that be glowin’!