"Arrr...." Machia replied hoarsley, as he caught his hat that was blowing away... "Aye, as Emmy said, they all be here an' ready to help... Gar, don't ask me how, but they are...." Machia looked down at the food they carried, "Arrr.....*Cough* If ye'll wait a bit I'll have a group o' pirates to help with the food..." He turned on his DV and manified his weak voice,
"ARRRRR!! I need a group o' pirates at the entrance o' te cave right now... An' if I don't see at least five o' ye in the next two seconds ye'll all be takin' a very short walk off o' the cliff..." He gave a half smile as he heard pirates scrambling to get to the cave mouth...
"Arrr... the best thing about them threats is they actually believe I'd carry them out..." The First Mate said aside to Emmy... "Gar, *Cough*... Gar, They think that I'm insane enough to actually throw them off a cliff..." Machia gave another short laugh, which turned into a coughing fit... After he had finished coughing he took out his knife and started to peel the apple... "Arrr... it's a great feelin' when the general opinion of the crew is that their First Mate is slightly insane..." Then Machia looked up and saw the dryads.. "Arrr.... ahoy thar!"