Can't yr. Capt'n get his head down in his bunk after a fine meal – to recharge his batteries without have his wench casting spells – spreading calumnies about the Capt'n – hiding in a harem and such and generally running amok and causing havoc.
You know your meds don't come out the rum cask and you've been pigging out again on the Chocolate Mayo Cake and Lemon Meringue Pie.
What am I to do with you ?
Can I think of something?.. Can I have a choice?