All right, men! Go get your wining and whoring out of your system. Tomorrow we re-stock and head for Antiva, y'hear me?
[There's a chorus of Yes, Captain! and cheers before the paid help exits the ship down the ramp - after securing the ship, of course, and whatever other measure need to be done with ships.
Isabela, gradually stepping out of Captain Mode, moves down to Marian, a smirk on her lips.]
And what say you and I have a girl's night out on the town?