Valspan gave a good natured chuckle at her blistering display of misunderstanding, "Aha,  no, I'm not asking to eat your crew. Though I will have to ingest individuals for proper tasting,  I was referring to other people. You're a pirate,  so I had assumed you'd have a prisoner or two lying around after your last raid or barfight or what have you.  It's just good business sense to keep ones workers fed,  especially since it will take me a long time to find food on my own. "<br/><br/>His vines unravelled and he seemed to stretch them out,  "So a raft is it? I can certainly acquire some materials for that."<br/><br/>Valspan slowly made his way back to the edge of the jungle,  his top speed really less than a swift walk,  before his vines intertwined with one of the jungle trunks, nearly double his own girth,  and after a moment,  there was a grand,  thunderous groaning as the tree began to lift up,  birds a leaves scattering as the plant was entirely uprooted.  He turned,  gradually swinging several tonnes of wood and leaves and vines,  some still trailing back into the jungle as he began to walk away with his prize.  The crew would have to clear the way or be assaulted by stray branches and roots of the tree as he set it down.  He then began to pull off the branches and vines.  One might find it odd that a tree creature would be so willing to destroy plantlife like this,  but he and his kind were only protectors of a certain stretch of forest, not general guardians of all plant life.  Some had different philosophies,  but Valspan thought of it as if random plants were to him what wild creatures were to people. A human wouldn't hesitate to hunt a wolf if they needed it's coat for warmth, and so it was for him to uproot and begin preparing this tree.<br/><br/>His many arms made quick work of the branches,  striping the big tree down to its basic form before he took up one of the Hana sabers.<br/><br/>"Hmmm,  I thought I felt the blessing of the Great Mother.  Such an interesting group!"  He talked to himself happily as he began to slice into the tree like he was shaving skin off a potato.  He didn't hack or slash with the weapon.  No,  he literally cut chunks off of it with the smooth slicing motion that looked as if he was cutting into a cake with the wooden sword.  It was lucky they had such durable weapons,  as simple iron tools wouldn't have been able to hold up under his abuse.<br/><br/>Even as two sabers cut the tree into manageable chunks,  and then into planks of wood,  he was also reaching out and pulling vines from the trees,  whole branches snapping off and coming down as he pulled with seemingly endless strength.  He then braided the vines and placed them aside to be used later.  His individual movements were no faster than a leisurely pace,  but he was doing the work of thirty men fluidly.<br/><br/>It only took an hour for him to collect the wood into a neatly stacked pile,  as well as a pile of sectioned vines braided into manageable sections for easy use.  He backed away from the project after that,  as he had no idea how to build a raft.  Cutting a tree into sections was simple,  but making something out of that was beyond him.<br/><br/>He would still assist with any heavy lifting they required,  following any requests or commands they gave him happily. Valspan was clearly eager to 'work up an appetite '.