With the grog spreading a nice numbness through his system The gunslinger made quick work of his plate, glad that the other half-orc recruit talked a little snese into that little gnome he decided to retire to bed, a morning without a hangover and another chance to explore the ship and devise a plan to either escape, or take control. Riseing to his feet he started to make his way to the hold below to his hammock and his stowed gear, singing a little tune to himself.<br/><br/>"What do you do with a drunken sailor?<br/>what do you do with a drunken sailor?<br/>what do you do with a drunken sailor earl'ly in the mornnin'<br/>Put him in bed with the captain' daughter.<br/>put him in bed with the captain' daughter.<br/>put him in bed with the captain' daughter earl'ly in the mornnin'<br/>ay, ay, and up she rises. ay ay and up she rises, ay ay and up she rises<br/>earl'y in the mornnin'"<br/><br/>the words echoing in the ship as he descended to the hold to get a good nights rest before the next days work.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">no further actions for the night</div></div>