<div class="floatright">(http://pre02.deviantart.net/aad1/th/pre/f/2011/111/9/a/the_prince_of_shapeir_by_donaruie-d3eizd3.jpg)</div>"Prince" Zephyr Erki̇n  (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=986831)<br/>HP: 40/40  Speed: 30ft  Init: 3<br/>AC: 18  Fort: 6  Ref: 8  Will: 7<br/>CMB: +6  CMD: 19  FMC: 16<br/>6 Spells Remaining<br/><hr/>"I'm always a fan of Calistria's touch, as well as your own, m'lady."<br/><br/>Walking up from the mess hall (now a more apt name than ever,) Zephyr held used the walls to guide him, making his way up to the deck. He was a man who usually kept himself in decent form in terms of attire. That week-long storm sure as hell disagreed. His usually slick back blonde hair drooped into wet locks under his soaked turban, tickling his nose as he moved around. Along with his arms, his soft face just got a little more ragged, with a few scars from the night's adventure, although it's nothing that a little magic can't clean up. His signature griffon-mane cloak was around his shoulders instead of on his person, as he was also shirtless his both his white tunic and leather vest within his fair hands. He had on a pair of leather slacks made of soft white stag hide, a rather absorbent material in terms of keeping himself dry. His glossy eyes looked around the upper deck, seeing that it was near-empty. Of both crew and equipment.<br/><br/>"Someone get the nametag of that Orc, I'd like to file a complaint for 'Assault and Battery." he said in jest, referring to the particularly rough night that they recently had on the ocean. He then said, turning to Cpt. Titch with about as much jest, "No offense, of course." He waved towards the captain and tossed the officer a leather wineskin filled to the brim with rum. The toss was relatively on the mark, give or take a couple of feet, but the hulking mountain of a man was easy to identify with the bright sun highlighting his build. "I've taken the liberty to identify the important stuff in the kitchen. All the skins are good, but you didn't have too many stocked. Most of the clean water is probably drowning your crewmen, any wine in a bottle is buggered, any rum in a barrel is floating. 'In the drink,' so to speak." Zephyr said, pointing towards the eastern side of the bay that they were currently planted on, showing the current journey of a few cylindrical barrels of goods.<br/><br/>He stepped towards the center of the Maiden, looking for a box or barrel to sit on, of which there obviously was not. It seems as if the 'Blind Monkey' needed to readjust his placement on the ship. He had been accustom to how the ship was laid out, using more of his memory rather than his poor eyesight to get around the ship.  "So with our booze rations are looking low, and your food rations are looking... wet... I hope the crew likes soup... If we move slow enough, I can do a fair amount of fishing while we are downed for repairs. Otherwise, it's rice and potatoes on soggy toast. With your medicinal Scurvy Lime for dessert."<br/><br/>Sitting down on the corner of one of the stairs leading up to the wheel, he slung his shawl-like cloak from around his shoulders and fluffed it out, water sloshing out the material. He splayed his silken tunic out as well and held it up, showing that it had a major rip in it. He placed the articles beside him, slinging it over one of the guard-rails to dry. He looked in the direction of the sun, allowing its rays to wash over him as he breathed in the salty air from the sea's waves. He did a few arm and back stretches, moving in a somewhat dance-like motion, most of which was taught by his tutors from his hometown's monastery. His lithe yet toned muscles glissened with a combination of sweat and the sea's splashes along the side of the ship. While performing his floor routine of various forward slides and thrusts, continued his talk about the food supply to the captain, and the others around, "I will say, whomever brokered that deal to get the coffee and tea at out last stop has great taste, and was smart enough to store it around cloth and hay so that we only lost but so much of it. Smaller containers and keeping it up high? Genius." In mid belly-roll, he looked towards Adelheid and winked, saying not too covertly, "Pssstt, that genius was me..." and continued his routine.