The First Mate saw the women standing waist deep in the ocean, unmoving against the waves. Perhaps if The First Mate were a logical man he would have put two and two together and realized that the water had come from her. He stared at her from his seated position, he took in what he could see and damn was she gorgeous. 

He dimly registered that her mouth was moving but for the life of him he couldn’t care enough to focus, she was luckily he had even looked at her face for a moment because his eyes quickly lingered down to sample the more savory parts of his body. He licked his lips, a challenge!

“Come now Love.” He said doing his best to brush the sand off of his body. He flashed his most charming smile, the same smile that had swooned wenches from coast to coast for years. “I’d love to lay my hands on ye again, but perhaps you should buy me a drink first?” 

Clearly he hadn’t listened to a word Anna said, his mind had twisted the words and picked out specific ones, twisted them and then filled the gaps. “Of course as ye can see that my ship is well…” He gestured to it and frowned. “… It’s momentarily delayed. But don’t you worry, there are a whole fleet of ships ripe for the picking. Perhaps I’ll even name one after yerself?”

He smiled at his own cleverness, this soaking wet women was as good as his. He walked towards the water, a hand extended. “Come, let’s get you out of that dress and find something more suitable for you.”