All right rose ill give ya inspiration.
Dooont you dareee fuckin miss or youuui can eat the mress for a weeeeeeek.
Boom 1d6

Lrz jumps down the crows nest and runs to an open cannon.

The four cannons would be manned now, however it was two on each side. To which Blood gave the order "All Cannons to the Port side!"

Now each cannon had three crates, one for gunpowder, one for regular ammo and the last for chain cannon balls for Mast destruction. "Alright, we need that ship sailing, load up chain balls and be ready to fire once we're in range!" He said, steering the ship to where the enemy would be on their left.

Within the merchant vessel, a dwarf hums happily to himself, pouring an over-large sample from the ship's brewing vat and downing it in one gulp. 

Too-far below deck to hear the cries of alarm as the merchant ship spot the approaching pirates and attempt to take evasive maneuvers, the dwarf is caught by surprise mid-gulp as the ship makes a hard turn. Fully half of the ale sloshes into his beard, which is matted from years at sea, and a keen eye would spot more than one starfish caught in its poorly-braided locks, as well as dozens of fish bones.

"Ahh, that's beautiful", he intones with a thick brogue, eyes glazing over at the taste of the ale. "Best ale I've ever brewed, if I do say so meself." 

He pauses. It's unclear if for dramatic effect, or if he momentarily confused himself. "And I do say so meself, methinks," he finally finishes.