Such a suggestion fair makes me blood boil it does, and I find it t'opposite of gallant, Master Rowan!
Far from being in possession of any love potions meself, I finds meself having to keep me dirk handy down me bodice at all times for warding off any untowards advances from the pirate fraternity, if ye ken. I've had a couple of eyes out in me time with the boyos gettin' too fresh (tee hee!) Mind ye, Toothless Kate is usually enough of an anti-aphrodisiac to stop any would-be Romeos in their tracks, and that's a fact, damn her eyes.
As ter wayalaying cabin boys, I have me ways, but Sanchez (me own cabin boy and a dab hand with a feather duster I should add) be mighty jealous and inclined to pout if he smells another cabin boy about the place.
No, Captin Rowan I'd say that 'twere the terrible shock to the system of too much tea drinkin which has brought on yer malady, either that or a case of the lily-livered colly wobbles. Does it run in the family?
Aye, Captin Dave, I'm with ye. The only way I could probly come at any tea-drinking would have ter be with a strong infusion of Herring Guts te mask the awrrful taste.