Harlo nodded, the gear that he had carried hadn't been anything special, and the first time that they went into battle, he suspected that he would get some of it back... perhaps if he talked to the quarter-master, he could get at least a couple of things back... The captain couldn't keep all of their gear in his cabin... captain's cabins weren't that big.<br/><br/>He strolled back down and retrieved the key... a key on a ship full of thieves... He found the chest that it fit and pulled out his clothing... at least his boots and hat where there... it was hard to properly train a hat and he had acquired each of the feathers individually... one for each of his victories.<br/><br/>He dressed and looked at the Halfling, "Would it be far amiss to assume that you have a certain knack for those nimble looking fingers? I may have a proposition for you if the assumption isn't offensive."<br/><br/>He pulled his hat on and carefully straightened it before closing the chest and depositing the key someplace safe. "We might speak more of it later."<br/><br/>There was little time, and he made his way back up on deck and placed a hand on the lineleading to the sails. He waited for the return of his fellow to climb the mast, "Have you ever been in the rigging of a ship? the motion of the ship is amplified up there, so watch the line and your feet."