Aye. When ye becalmed, tis an arduous process. First ye run a shot across the bow. Then ye take a caulk for ten years. Ye must then weigh anchor, show a leg, and come about. Once ye have yer sea legs, take the advice of the dirty scoundrel One Eyed Costner, "if ye build it, they shall come."
Then ye build it, and shiver me timbers! Thy ships shall be full. No prey, no pay tis what me lives by. Arr!