Satisfied that no one else seems to be in a mood to go -demanding- things, he turns to the crew with a scowl.

"Fine then, little misses, I've told you a bedside story, want me to tuck you in now? Man those stations before I tear yer guts out and flog you with them, you gaggle of spineless slugs! Singapore lies ahead, and the East India Trading Company behind, so I want this ship to swallow miles like the Leviathan itself...!"

And so, with the musical sounds of a Captain's voice, the ship sails on towards Singapore.