The captain frowned. "Is that so?"
The boy nodded. "Her teeth are quite sharp, you know. And if her hair slips, I tuck it back behind her ears. "
The bosun shrugged when confronted. "It happens. Seawater is harsh; i's been months since we shellacked her."
The captain sipped cold coffee, consulted a chart. "Fix her before we cross the northern sea,” he finally said, “lest her sisters hear her sing.”