*Honeycombe Afterport looked around at his fellow wreckeés.. They seemed to be an awful lot. Nontheless he decided to try show some good nature and waste his precious time to try to talk to the apes.. Of course except that fake plotter "The Cabinboy".
He took a stick and drew a big square in the sand..*
Welcome, welcome my hounoured guest *puts his fingers behind his back and crosses them*.
I hereby declare "THE Afterport" open and serving.. We will be serving only chilled wine *Honeycombe pours up some lukewarm green stillwater* for the moment but I'm sure our sortiment will increase as soon some brave man or woman has swimmed out to the ship..
I'm also looking to hire a pleasure girl so if you're looking for a job come see me behind the counter. *points at the log behind him*
Now just you all sit down, have a glass, tell me your secrets and relax. I'm sure we will all soon be saved, and if not I'm sure we'll atleast have filled the working girl spot and we will last a couple of more days..
Im sure he will meet no problem swimming out to the wreck.
Hmm I also notice his buttocks seems muscular enough to fill my vaccant spot.. You come talk to me after your swim.. I'm sure your young, wet, glistning body will attract a lot of gold.. or seashells which seems to be the only viable currency for the moment...