*Apil rubs her hands in glee. Diantha is her favorite target afterall.*

Here, ye can have yer coin back. It's yer charity afterall. I'll just double the fee for t'next perrrson.

*Apil mumbles something about sharks and dolphins.* Don't ye worry none. These barrels are from Zanzabar and built t'stand up t'a lot of rough handling. Plus, they're whipped underrr t'ship so fast, them dolphins and sharks have a harrrd time swimmin' afterrr 'em. It's when they're pulled up that we need t'worry. But, we'rrre pirrrates, so we don't worry 'bout stuff like that. We ain't those OSHA type o'pirates either.

*That said, Apil lets loose with his rotten potato. A good portion of it hits the barrel and seeps into the "air holes" ApilIshtar drilled into the sides. Don't worry, the velocity of the rope pulling them under the ship doesn't allow for much water t'seep in. It's just when she's dead in the water after the ride under the ship that may become uncomforatble. The wail from within is very satisfying and Apil stomps on the fail-safe switch.*

Harrr! Thar she goes. *Apil runs to the other side of the ship and watches as Diantha is pulled up. The lid is off and a spitting Diantha emerges. Wet and stinking.* Yer a mess! *ApilIshtar says with great glee.*