Hmm.  I suppose this isn’t fug, in its complete sense.

But it’s a little wenchy, no? I mean, she’s the shipboard lass on a very nice pirate ship — like maybe if the QE2 got boarded and ran up the flag — but I’m still pretty sure she serves shot glasses wedged in her cleavage to dudes with scurvy, rotting teeth, and breath that smells like mutton.