[Oh, I see, the four "adventurers" at long table, and then presumably their newly-paid sailors.]<br/><br/>"Indeed, as the waves crash and spend themselves upon the rocky craggs, I'm sure you'd like to run aground," she draws a hand across her tunic drawn tight against her bust, even as she gives back their innuendo just as well as she could take.  Some new-come sailors, drunk with ale and lust.  She could easily put them in their place, but wanted some information before anything happened.<br/><br/>She decided to try a more direct approach.  Smiling at the gathered prostitutes, she walked to the sailors, sitting on the lap of the first one!  Leaning in to whisper breathily into his ear, "Now, it looks like you boys have done right well for yourselves.  Gotten paid by some rich fatcats for an easy trip?  I'd be ever so grateful for a little inside info of their purpose.  Why don't you whisper it into my li'l ear..."  One hand around his shoulder, the other strokes the other side of his rough, dirty face.