Here’s a cute little tale of piratical punishment at sea. An excerpt from the buildup:
“Beyond that door,” I said, keeping my voice level, “are thirty-seven men of no redeeming virtue. They have been away from port for seven weeks. Have not seen so much as an inch of womanflesh during that time – excepting one rather unusual cabin boy.” She glared, and I gave her that smile which reveals the gold tooth. “They have no consciences individually, let alone together. But -” I drew the key from my pocket, slotted it into the lock, turned. “I might suggest that your chances against the sharks would more favourable, but that is your choice. It will, at least, be amusing to watch,” I lied.
From “The Schoolgirl and the Pirate” by Pablo.