The cap'n whirred, bewildered at who was interrupting his flow of orders. This ship needed to run perfectly for the next 2 days. Statistics show that ships which aren't manned properly in the first two days are at least 84.356% more likely to combust spontaneously...<br/><br/>"What in a two necked hunckle snork-crab are you blathering on about...serving the sea its cup of tea? Never you mind. I have me first orders fer ye as well, Mad eye Rina. You be gettin' a promotion! I want ye t'be the Molly Whop's master gunner! You have jus' the fire we need to take down our enemies." He moved deftly away from her with a stout bow. "And where is my sandwich?!" He snapped at a nearby scallywag. The lad was so confused, he shot away at once to go retrieve a sandwich which more than likely didn't exist. It was important to keep his new crew in their best shape. He caught Rina's eye as he made his way to the helm.<br/><br/>"And find me Salacious Sal at once! I be needed to discuss me plans..."