Totoka River water will do when there's no rum

Great White. Was that her name? Ferahgo's mouth shifted side ways, before she shifted his paws closer. He sniffed again, audibly, for to have manners was not his manner at all. Still female. But, while he normally trusted his nose without question, his neck craned over and he peered unabashed at the junction of flank and belly... and did not spy the profile of a man. Satisfied (not really), he returned his head to its upright position and smacked his lips, pondering.

"Ye can have a spot on me crew," he answered after a beat. "Yerself and yer barterin' would fit right in. Hmm?"