The sailor inside Phionna rubs her womb.  "Th-thanks," he stammers.  Then he leans back.  "Uh, my name's Averroe.  I... I don't think I got yours last night."  His blush can practically be seen through Phionna's belly.<br/><br/>"You check the water for reefs and stuff," one of the sailors tells Taizee.  She's a Wyvaran, one with shrunken wings and pale blue scales, but thick and burly muscles.  After a moment of awkwardly standing around, she turns on her heel and moves to pick up a box.  Only after a moment does she notice there's someone on it.  Even then she has to squint to see Lili trying to pry the box open.  "Oh," she says.  "Well, I've... got to get this to the warehouse.  Contract to the letter and all."  She doesn't quite sound like she knows what that means, but there's no stopping her.  "Once you're there, though, I'm pretty sure you can have some, as long as the captain doesn't see you."  Indeed, once she sets the box down, she even pulls it open.  Inside is a collection of spicy and savory sausages.  Lili is free to tuck in to her heart's content.  If the captain sees her, she simply huffs and looks away.<br/><br/>Some of the sailors go inwards as well, trying to find things the ship needs, such as wood or rope.  They even leave coins on the shop decks, though the way they look around afterwards suggests that they're covering their asses.  As Taizee finds fishing spears, she's accompanied by a dark green hobgoblin picking up bait.  "I didn't know mermaids fished with spears," he said, in a slightly raspy but mostly mellow voice.  His rubine eyes are soft.  He's not making an accusation, simply a surprised observation.  "I thought they..."  He leaves off, pointing at his open mouth and making a sucking noise.