"Take me back," she growled, grabbing the oars and rowing as hard as she could.
"Alright," said the villager's wife, "I have three rooms, and you can split up into those as you please."
Aaron sighed with relief. A place to rest! On land! "Thank you, miss," he said, and Tamara and Arimia said he same.
"It's rum, Ginny. Alcohol. You're not supposed to have any. And I know we're pirates, but I care about your health."