You climb the mast with admirable speed, but you are beaten just by a foot by a surprisingly agile girl with short, dirty blond hair.

Her grin for having won fades away quickly when she hears Mr. Plugg announce:
"Well done lass, you'll work directly for me then. Go and get your arse up there again and start patching.

As for the rest of you, can anyone of you cook? Or failing that does anyone of you like to eat well?"

Wary of what a positive answer could entail the remaining two other captives stay silent, looking at you and your seemingly untarnishable confidence.