"ee'll haf nowt ta do,but play the strings, if I 'af anyting to do wid it!" Saucy Sal sauntered down the gangplank, swishing her petticoats, all eight of them, under a silk skirt of scarlet red. She sashayed, slowly, thrusting her tightly corsetted bosom ahead like the prow of the ship she'd just left. Long John would be lucky to keep his ears, or other parts, if he thought he was going to play around on her!