"The old Bosun used to talk of all sorts of things you could get up with a Changeling sheila," says Kraken with a chuckle. "Course, I was too young to understand half of it back then, eh?"
He stretches his shoulders to the accompanying sounds of tendons creaking.
"Listen, don't reckon I'll be much help to you planning how to flush out yer wrong'uns, eh?, but if you need someone hitting, just give me a yell."