Silly, bear, the daughter was left behind! She was too busy sputtering about honor and picking fights to come aboard this ship.

And as for the rest...no. Just, no. Once you set foot on my vessel, you became a guest of my kingdom, small as it is. So you will sit down, Sir Bear, and we will feast you, wine you, fete you with sea chanties and stories, and be the perfect hosts. And you will be a wise bear, a polite bear, and a humble bear, and not even think about rejecting my hospitality.

Now do try this wine, it's a priceless hundred year-old Montaigne vintage I captured from a galleon last year. There's an amusing tale about that...