Something about Water Nymphs. 
Just as ye like!
*paddles determinedly out of harbour in a small rowing boat, intermittently baling with an old saucepan and wagging his head dubiously.
How about “The Bloody Rag”
Can I be Second Mate? I volunteer to truss Inigo Montoya to keelhaul him for that last comment.
I’ll also take care of the ship’s cat. There has to be a ship’s cat.
*drops a large cannonball into *Malacandra’s ** boat, causing a huge hole Right! Now that that’s done, on to business!
Second Mate Snakescatlady, no keelhauling our concubines! But truss him up, we’ll come up with an alternate punishment for him. evil grin And we can have a cat, but arrr, I want a bird! A great big parrot!
Aye! We needs us a WeaponsMaster! Volunteers?
Heh…
*recovers from his brief astonishment at seeing Anaamika manage to pick up a large cannonball, grabs the brace and bit, and swims underneath the ship of fools…
*The Moist Tart (with a Sword). *
<kicks stone> Didn’t want to play your stupid game anyway… <sulks off dejected…> 
Rats. I never get to have any fun.
::finishes trussing Inigo Montoya.
Do you have a color or species preference for your parrot, Captain Ma’am?
Well, I wouldn’t mind a look at the booty, but I’m sure as hell not going to ask politely. 
I wants me a whole aviary so I can choose every day.
Second Mate, feel free to keelhaul Malacandra, if you can catch that flighty little bird.
Quickie, no prima donnas! You can only board as our servant.
Can you sing?
Give me a quick rendition of “Climb Ev’ry Mountain”, and a kick-step-turn-shuffle, and we’ll see if you’re good enough for the Matey Chorus Line.
E.
Kewl!!!
Can I wear my kilt?
*underneath the hull, briskly boring a hole below the waterline, and figuring on not being especially easy to catch.
You could have been nice about this, ye know…
Hell yeah. Add another to the concubine list!
What the HELL is Malacandra doing down there? STOP HIM!
I’m a little foggy on that one, but I know every word to “I’m a lumberjack”. 
I hear say that women in power prefer to be controlled sexually.
I volunteer to take the cap’n over my knee…
Don’t worry, I won’t bite…unless you want me to.
:: lurking below decks, finds huge, wet hole in the hull below the waterline, looks over each shoulder, plugs hole, sighs ::
*surfaces under the upturned shell of his holed and sinking rowing boat, and peers out from his place of concealment as the Good Ship Whateverthegirliesweregoingtocallit begins to settle in the water.
magically fixes the ship
This is what sorceresses do.
:: From below decks ::
YYYYYEEEEEEOOOOOOWWWWW!!!