plugg laughed. It wasn't a friendly laugh. "You can discuss that with the Quartermaster. Problem is, Grok's not one for givin' credit. But who knows, perhaps she'll fancy such a scrawny young lad. His expression turned sour "Now get your arses dressed or I'll make you do the work in the buff. And it'll be the bilges for the lot of ya." As the group heads towards the midship to talk to the quartermaster, he wanders off, muttering something about 'keelhauling the lot'