Make another Attempt to rouse the crew

The crew, though in various states of undress, are undoubtedly awake. Some are hungry, some are again tired, and some are horny still. But they all obey your quiet commands with quiet respect. The Tattooed Mariner does not meet your gaze, but she salutes and agrees to escort the dockside whore, already counting her coins, back to shore.

You soon patrol past manned stations. The guards have changed, replaced by whistling mariners with satisfied smiles. The engine room reports readiness, and a cohort of pale shadows forces their mops across the deck in a slow but hopeful dance. The crew is as ready as they can be.