The few men left on the ship are not happy to be left on the ship. They never are. Other men have jumped ship for good or are on shore for the evening, but a few drew the short straws and have to stay and guard the vessel if they intend to remain on crew.
One bored Dutch sailor sits on the gunwale near the bow and wittles a bit of wood with his knife. He hears the shift of some rope where the remaining bed rolls are stashed against the deck walls and he hops down from his perch. He expects to find a group of rats to stab with his knife, so he holds it poised as he pulls the canvas hammock rolls away to discover Bastiaan.
"//Well well. Look what I've got!//" He shouts in dutch to the two others remaining on deck. "Hello, rat." His accent is thick and his English is terrible. His smile is worse.