[Crozier smiles, perhaps a bit too brightly considering the subject matter. He shakes his head and sets his pipe down for the moment.]

Christ, Goodsir. I’m not going to have anyone flogged, if that’s what your worried about. They’re civilians!

[Not to mention any semblance this ship has to a naval ship is long gone. It’s being held together by little more than ice and a few nails.]

No, I was thinking we’d strip them of their spirit rations for a length of time, or some such measure. They have to make the biscuits for a week. They’ll be assigned an extra duty of counting rations or shoveling ice.