Darcy has no time for poetry or surrealism, and so cannot comment on it.

But she can snort at the idea of forcing the Captain to sing.

"Oh God, please. He wouldn't survive an hour of Stede being his counselor. He'd start crying blood by the third minute. I don't think I could even come up with anything worse than that. Other than maybe seeing how long I could blow a whistle in his ear. He doesn't have lungs, but maybe he has eardrums."