Jasper smacked his head as the warrior continued to rant on about his need for flesh. "You ummm... misunderstood my speech there my friend!"  Jasper said with a weak smile. "I was saying that I would never under feed my charges, never! You will have something of an animal persuasion, but... I need time to cook said meal." 
Jasper then looked about at all the men contributing to there growing bounty of food. Jasper then whispered, to Monty now asleep in the unlit fire pit, "I doubt anyone has the stomach for game just climbing of the boat, but I believe stewed fish and half a sweet melon (the name he had given the strange fruit) should hold nicely."
Turning back to the giant of a man Jasper said. "My friend would you be so kind as to help me gut and clean these kills our companions are amassing? Unless of course the captain requires your skills?"