"Commodore! Rather a fancy pickle you've gotten yourself into."

"Sparrow. For the love of God, why is it always you. I have lieutenants. Good ones too. Very capable, you know."

"Yes, yes, I'm sure you do. But they're not here now and I am. Shall I spring you again?"

"If it wouldn't discomfit you."

"Not at all, at all. Well, let's get on with it."

"The usual, I suppose?"

"Yes, the bars are wide enough."

*The Commodore sinks to his knees as the Captain slides his breeches down his hips.*

"Come closer then—I'm the one behind bars here."

"Don't hold back now, hands too if you please."

"Sure, sure. Just remember our positions may be reversed in future."

"Commodore, I live for the day."