[A long-suffering moan, and Namur grabs the collar of the girl's kimono in one hand, lifting her easily out of the rigging.]

Ain't got the foggiest idea who y' are or what yer doin' here but y' had 'nuff t' drink, obviously, an' yer gonna go talk t' the captain, who's gonna decide if we keep y' or chuck y' off the side a the ship.

[He slings her over his shoulder and starts walking, then stops suddenly.]

Don't y' dare sick up on the damn deck or y' won't make it t' see the captain, I'll toss y' overboard on principle.