The Navigator watches Greytrail go, full of sorrowful amusement. But he hears the bellow of good....dread....wait. The Navigator has gotten confused about adjectives. The crew loves Geil, from what Blythe recalls, but all the enemies they plunder probably live in fear of Geil. The Navigator decides o na solution: He hears the dreadfully good bellow of Pirate Captain Geil.<br/><br/><strong>"Who let the damned tapirs out?"</strong><br/><br/>The Navigator follows the signs of Geil's displeasure, wondering if he should plot a course to raid an island of beautiful tribal dancers or plot a course to raid London's finest brothels.<br/><br/>He calls out, "I'm not sure, captain. Sir. All I know is everything got a little confusing after we used the TARDIS." He looks a little embarrassed and says, "It's possible, that after the use of the TARDIS, not only did the Liege's Only section contain our boat, but we also floated into these more open BDSM waters."