At that point, Mrs. Strudel stepped out from behind Ollie and Ronnie.
“…I'LL SLIT YER GIZZARD AND BE POKIN' A SHARP STICK UP YER…Oh. Hello, Mum.”
“Hello, Derek. I hear you've been a bit of a naughty boy.”
Dragonbeard's face went as red as his facial hair, and his expression took on a look of shock, embarrassment, and genuine fear. He also seemed to shrink a bit.
“No, Mum, not really. What are you doing out here anyway?” he moaned.
All those present had noticed that the pirate had dropped his accent and was now speaking quite normally (not that I'm saying the way pirates speak is weird, but it is a little bit, aye).
“I've come to see exactly what you've been up to, Derek.”
“Please don't call me that while everyone's here, Mum. It's Dragonbeard.”
“Oh no it isn't. And don't go thinkin
