May Jones (Dracco).

The gangway was lowered, and they were able to enter. Something had changed on the battleship: the sailors were no longer lazily puffing on cigarettes, but scrubbing the deck; apparently, the captain had taken care of that. But their rags and mops were so terribly dirty that the deck only became even dirtier from the cleaning.
--Now we'll get our little bird in order! -- the captain said, delighted.