Lionel Bailey. Let me tell ye, there's little more frustratin' than having a thespian aboard. No, "thespian", with a "t". Anyway, we originally kidna, er, invited Lionel to join because he looked as though he might have some money, all dressed up like some sort of tropical flower. Turns out though, he's just as poor as the rest of us. Once we found out, we prepared a goin' away party for him. Being thrown overboard didn't appeal to him though, and he convinced us there was somethin' worse then pir, uh, privateerin'. He performed a one-man show for us right there on the deck. We weren't very impressed, but he insisted he'd do far better untied. Then he dared us to try to do better! By the end of the night he'd turned us into an acting troupe!