Well, The First Mate was thankful that he wasn't smashed instantly and it seemed that the girl was one of those types that enjoyed a good monologue. That was certainly good for The First Mate as he tried to work out a way out of this. His normal trump card, using the water to his advantage was completely dwarfed by the women’s own ability to manipulate water. 

He felt the sands grip completely release on his foot, which was good, though he was sure that it would swell to the size of a small coconut in no time at all. Running on it would be possible, but very painful. Pushing himself to his hands and knees he looked up to her and flashed a defying smile.

“Well love, this isn’t the usual chains and rope I’m used to.” He flashed her a wink and pulled his injured foot from the sink hole, grunting in pain as he did. “But if yer into the watery tentacle thing I’d be willing to give it a go.” 

“Now why don’t ya com’on over here and The First Mate’ll get ye out yer dress?” He puckered his lips as if giving her a kiss and then gave her his sexiest smile. If he was going to die, he’d do it on his terms at least, talking the whole time.