All el comandante wanted was some Brazilian booty.  He sighed, then started whimpering and finally began sobing like a woman.  Diangelo, another local pirate saw his friend cry and laughed a little.  But then, he comforted him. 

"I'll cheer you up coman, I know how badly you want Brazilian booty, as much as I yearn for Russian milk.  And drink the Russin milk from the Brazilian booty we shall. I've heard of the greatest brazilian booty of all, called Delila. They say it is so magical that a man will choose to stop being a man for its sake!" 

"We must go at once make haste!" El comandante said.  

"We need a ship to get to brazil, silly."

"Uh, yeah" 

"Well, I guess I can prostitute myself and buy a boat."

"Yes, that seems like the option that is best from all the correct answers."