"Thank ye," Lucy said, "nothin' like wettin' the ol' whistle after a long day."

Lucy took herself a swig of the rum and made a show of her enjoyment of it with a throat "ah" and stroking her neck with long slender fingers. The additional theater had a two fold purpose. In addition to keeping all eyes on her and the men interested it also allowed her to slow down the consumption of spirits. She wasn't particularly smart but she'd learned that particular lesson the hard way. It wasn't uncommon for sailors to "liquor up a salty wench" as they called it and earn a little free entertainment. She'd awoken in an alley more than once with her skirts up over her head.

"Ye gents just drop anchor?"