“I want that!” Henry VIII boomed. Not a man to be trifled with.
Soon, English ships were sailing the seas. When they got somewhere, the conversation must have gone something like this:
Native Sultan: We would be happy to sell you our spices.
British Ship Captain: I don’t think you understand, mate. We are taking it.
Then Mary Poppins was sent to bash recalcitrant Malays over the head with her umbrella in a uest to make the map pink.