Guybrush looked at Wally, startled. "What?"
"There aren't many out here in space." A wistful, daydreamy look had gone over Wally's face. "I don't think I've seen a woman in months. There was Alice at that orbiting satellite... hmmm..."
Guybrush snorted. Wally was a newbie by pirate standards. He, and most of the hardened space pirates hadn't seen a woman in years.
"...she had this long, really well combed black hair, and she always smiled when she saw me passing by..."
Nevertheless, something about this line of conversation was making Guybrush uncomfortable. He coughed.
It brought Wally out of his reverie. He looked at Guybrush. "Don't you sometimes wish we could get a chance to know some women?"
"No," said Guybrush.
"It'd be nice," said Wally. "An extra two people around the ship, somebody to have a real conversation with... no more lonely journeys through space."
"It wouldn't be like that," said Guybrush. "It would be hell."
"No it wouldn't," said Wally. "Women are nice people."
"Look, Wally... I guess I should tell you some things. Women and space pirates do NOT mix. If you want to be a space pirate, you've got to be a hardened loner, able to spend whole months in isolation. How many successful space pirates do you know who are married?"
Wally thought for a bit. He couldn't come up with any names.
"Exactly. Maybe it'd all be love and roses the first few days, but after two months you'll want to kill each other. You'll be too busy fighting each other to make any real money."
"I still think it'd be nice," said Wally defiantly. "Anyway I can still dream about it." Which he did, sitting there with a blissful smile on his face, occasionally murmuring faint words.
Guybrush ground his teeth and tried to shut out the noise. Boredom was bad enough, but this was torture...