“Toot toot!”

Waddling about the ship, I tend to carelessly bump into people since I’m as wide as I am tall, fortunately for all of you I’m like a weeble and I don’t fall down. 

“I would very much like a drink, some ale, wine, women? Any Broads on the ship?”
 “Ope, pardon me…WENCHES?” “That’s the correct term is it not?” 
“Hiccup”! 
 Pulling out my flask, I take a lazy sip out of it, and mutter to myself as I look around the deck, noticeably confused by a few of the people on the ship. Some weird looking folks on this ship. Shrugging my shoulders, I’ll stumble and look for a place to get comfortable.