"Mr. Krieg, I need you to take a launch ashore and investigate," Bridger ordered.

"Yes, sir. Should I take Mr. Wolenczak with me?

"Not until we've determined what the situation is," the captain replied.

Lucas looked disappointed. Like any teenaged boy, the thought of damsels in push-up bodices intrigued his budding hormones.

"Sir, is it safe to send Lt. Krieg ashore unsupervised?" Lt. asked.

"Are you volunteering for the job, Katie?" the captain asked.

She shook her head. "No longer my responsibility, thank God."

"Good grief, is that the Barnacle?" Chief Crocker asked.

Bridger and the rest of the bridge crew looked up at the viewscreen. Instead of mermaids it now showed a wooden ship – a 2/3 scale model of a 16th century galleon.

"Can't be." Crocker shook his head. "The Barnacle should be in Hollywood."

Darwin, the dolphin member of seaQuest's crew, stuck his head out of the moon pool. Water-fillled tubes ran throughout the submarine, permitting him access to every part of the boat. "Not Barnacle, bagpipes."

"He's right," Crocker agreed. "I hear pipes."

Walking along the deck of the Barnacle, they saw a pretty blonde playing the bagpipes, and a brunette playing a round drum. Both were dressed as if they had just stepped off the set of Outlander.

"What's that round drum?" Lucas Wolenczak asked.

"That's a bodhrán," Crocker told him, "popular for Celtic folk music."

"I don't suppose you know what song they're playing?" Lucas asked, knowing the chief was an expert on ocean folklore, including sea shanties.

"Henry Morgan," Crocker replied. "the song tells how he turned pirate upon the salt sea to support his family.

Bridger contacted his Chief Medical Officer's PAL. "Kristin, hast thou ever been to a Renaissance Faire. Not quite historically accurate, Henry Morgan was a privateer, not a pirate."

"What? One of those festivals where they misquote Shakespeare and sell roast turkey legs for more than the grocery store charges for the whole bird?:"

"Aye, aye, ma'am., that's the one."Bridger said. "We've apparently discovered one ashore, Ben Krieg seems to think it's our scientific obligation to investigate mermaids."

"As a marine biologist, I confess to being curious about the mermaids, but I suspect what you really want is a babysitter for Ben," Kristin Westphalen, M.D., Ph. D. guessed.

Ignoring the captain's privacy, Krieg stepped up and interjected himself into the conversation, "Rather than babysitter, I'd phrase it: my lady, may I have the pleasure of escorting you to the RenFaire?"

She shook her head. "No longer my responsibility, thank God."

Cerveza fria, por favor = cold beer, please

Donde esta el Bano = where is the bathroom?

MWR = Morale, Welfare, and Recreation

WSKRs (Wireless Sea Knowledge Retrieval Satellites)

Mira = Look!

Whiskers = WSKRs (Wireless Sea Knowledge Retrieval Satellites)

PAL: anyone remember what PAL stands for - it was the personal communication devise used by the crew