"He does," Breekan says darkly. "Double awful if they're naughty pirate children who throw things." He nods sagely. "Oh yes, he has a most terrrrrrrible opinion of naughty pirates." He bites his finger, wrinkling his eyebrow with worry. His eyes light up. "But! There is hope! If you apologize for your naughtiness, and tell the Bartender and your big sister and Ms. Christine that you are very sorry, and then-" he leans in close "-here is the double, triple, most important thing: if you never, ever, ever do it again, then the Big Guy will have no use for you and will not bother you one bit... Unless you're naughty again." He stands up straight, and crosses his arms.
"Now, Cap'n Hardbones. What do you make of all that?"