'Mermaids. I heard mermaids. Singing sea music. They want me.'
You try to calm the carpenter as he twists in the sailors' arms. 'You have a fever. You've seen a walrus or a sea cow and your over-heated brain has turned it into a woman.'
'No, no,' he cries, 'They want to cradle me in their arms down in the depths of the sea.'
You slap him hard in the face. 'Stop the nonsense!' You turn to the first mate. 'Lock him in the brig till he comes to his senses.'