"All right, so I am. But it's true. And if Carstar hadn't been killed, there would have been two short." She shot a wicked glance at Nestir. "Why don't you and him share a woman—"
"Martha!"
"Although the Prophet knows what woman in her right mind would consent to...."
"Well," said Nestir hesitantly.
"Listen," the third mate said, "the second's right. If you don't sign it, someone will have to do without a woman."
Nestir blushed. "I'll look it over very carefully, but you must realize that the priestcraft...."
"Actually, in a way, it would be her duty to, you see. Think of it like that: as her way to do her duty."
"She's too young for you, dear," Jane said to her husband.
"Oh, I don't know," the steward said. "Sometimes they're the best, I hear."