"There's always a first time," she retorts cheerfully, and perhaps it's lucky that she's having difficulty finding things to throw; a well-kept ship has very little on deck that a girl with spaghetti arms can peg at him with any accuracy. Oh hello, here's a mop. She brandishes it like a quarterstaff and advances a step toward him. Maybe bluffing will help.

"I'm part of the most dangerous pirate crew in East Blue! If you know what's good for you, you'll let go of the rail!"