You, sailor.

Cotton, sir.

Mr. Cotton. Do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death? [Pause] Mr. Cotton! Answer, man!

He's a mute, sir. Poor devil had his tongue cut out, so he trained the parrot to talk for him... no one's yet figured how.

[Hesitates for a moment]

Mr. Cotton's... parrot. Same question.

[squawk]

Wind in the sails! Wind in the sails!

[pause]

Mostly, we figure that means 'yes.'

Of course it does. [to Will] Satisfied?

Well, you've proven they're mad.