"Cap'n," the young pirate yelped, "There's wenches in the waves!"
The captain rolled her eyes, "They be preferrin' the term sirens, or merfolk dependin' on the region... Didn't you listen to the First Mate's orientation speech?"
"Sorry, thought it was for japes, Cap'n," the young pirate admitted, "But Cap'n! Aren't they cold?"
"You suggestin' we invite 'em up fer a hot cup of tea?"
"Yeah?"
"Sounds splendid! Drop anchor! Alert the cook!"