Seeing as Taizee only raided the pastry table, the other dinner tables should (hopefully) still have remained undisturbed atop the deck! Not that Scathatch would know that it would be alright for her to help herself to it, of course...<br/><br/>Woken up sooner or later during the night's troubles, with a now nice, evenly bloated and sloshy tail full of mulched up sahuagins, the sleepy mermaid would idly remark, "Y-yeah, don't worry... O-once my tum is done with these damn sharks, I could probably fit the whole crew somewhat comfortably, so no-one will drown! ... At least not if you come find me!", thus likely not aiding in calming the fears of the crew, especially not with her busily churning gut burbling happily away for everyone to hear.<br/><br/>Now, a less naive and trusting person might have taken her new assignment as 'leak-press' as some form of punishment, but Taizee just gave a nod and a tired little smile, as she got her pillow and slithered right over to settle in, musing, "Okies, I can do that!", as she naturally didn't mind the dampness around the damaged wood and just coiled right up at the very front of the keel, leaving plenty of room for Lang to settle in on it's broader, lower part!