Throw her overboard!

"Mr. Jenkins, Mr. Steed," you call to two men standing beside you, "throw this one overboard, will you please?"

"Me pleasure, Cap'n," they respond, and much to the dismay of the pudgy little women, she is picked up and tossed over the side. Two of the remaining women giggle as she hits the water.

"Ah, she wasn't a friend of you two, was she, missies?" you ask knowingly. Obnoxious girls like that don't have many friends, really.

"Nay, sir. She was a nasty little woman, who was always bossing us around," one of the two brunettes replied.

"Well then it be good we're rid of her. Now, five remaining. Who can cook, and who can sew?" you ask, eyeing up the only redhead brought on board. There are two brunettes, as aformentioned, two blondes, and this redhead, whom you are especially attracted to.

"We can cook, sir," one of the brunettes pipes up.

"And I am an exceptional sewer," a blond responds. The other blond nods in agreement with the first.

You approach the redheaded girl, no more than 24 years old by your reckoning, and place a head on her soft, pale cheek.

"And you, miss?" you ask softly

"I can sew some, sir," she replies, her green eyes flashing like emeralds.

"Good, Mr. Wallace, take those two to the galley to begin cooking our meal, and have this blond lass mend up the sails that were torn last week. As for this one...take her to my cabin, to begin mending my clothes."