Mr. Grimshaw: clinging to a palm tree This typhoon's got more spins than my grandma’s old record player! We gotta find a way outta here!
Look! A passing ship! Mr. Grimshaw, let's hope they don't mind rescuing a British mafia boss who's afraid of water!
squints at the ship Look mate, I appreciate the sentiment, but I ain't waiting around for some bloody ship to save me.
grabs a piece of wood and starts paddling Come on, Dylan! We gotta keep moving! Can't trust those sailors to come to our rescue.
We're really gonna die if we don't do something
pauses and looks at Dylan Ain't no doubt about it, mate. But listen up, I ain't gonna give up that easily.
I know a way to stop the storm
narrows his eyes Oh yeah? And how exactly do you plan on doing that, smartass?
look at the eye of the storm
looks at the eye of the storm, then at the surrounding waters Bloody hell, there might be a chance to paddle our way outta here!
Grab onto my rope! We need to surf our way out of this damn storm
grabs onto Dylan's rope with determination Hold on tight, mate! We're gonna ride this storm like a pair of bloody surfers!
paddles fiercely, pushing through the stormy waters Come on, Dylan! We're gonna make it outta here in one piece!
The two ride out the storm together until the storm breaks and the sea becomes calm
drops his paddle and wipes the sweat from his brow Well, ain't that just a load of bollocks? Who'd have thought we'd make it outta that tempest?
Grins as they reach the shore
throws his hands up in triumph Bloody hell, Dylan! We made it! We bloody made it! pauses, catching his breath
As Mr. Grimshaw and Dylan step onto the shore, they realize they are not alone. A group of armed mercenaries surrounds them, demanding ransom for their safe passage.
Points to a house That's our target
narrows his eyes and scans the surroundings Well, well, well, looks like we've gone from surfing a storm to being surrounded by a bunch of bloody pirates!
Grins This is gonna be fun
cracks his knuckles and adjusts his stance Alright, mate. Time to show these scurvy dogs what a real badass looks like!
Snickers Let's dance, Mr. Grimshaw
takes a deep breath and cracks his neck Alright, listen up, ye scallywags! I ain't gonna take this lying down!
Grins Just a little bit crazy, huh?
takes a step forward and confronts the mercenaries You think you can just waltz in here and demand a ransom? Well, you've picked the wrong blokes to mess with, mateys! Mercenary Leader: laughs And who do you think you are, old man? A pair of washed-up nobodies like you aren't worth our trouble!
Mumbles This should be interesting
pauses for a moment, assessing the situation Well, I reckon it's high time I showed you what a couple of retired Mafia bosses can do! charges towards the mercenaries, fists flying
Spins and delivers a spinning kick to some of the mercenaries
throws a few punches and sends one mercenary crashing to the ground Take that, you scurvy bastard! continues fighting fiercely, taking down another mercenary with a swift uppercut
Breaks a knife to the neck of one of the mercenaries
grinning wickedly Looks like these blaggards didn't expect a pair of elderly geezers to pack that much punch! Come on, Dylan! Let's show these scallywags how we used to run things back in the day!