After his work had been accounted for the gunslinger had sought to have a word with the master gunner, but a friendly birdie told him that it was not such a good idea. Pointed in the direction of the quarter master and with a few helpful hints the sly devil came strolling onto the main deck with a sack in his hands and a smug look on his face.  in the sack were his leathers,  gunsmiths kit, sword and the fiddle of a pretty but mouthy little halfling(or so he heard) by the name of Rossie.<br/><br/>A quick glance around the main deck had him find who he was looking for. He made his way across the deck,doing his best to avoid any reproachful gaze that might be sent his way, til he was standing side by side with the halfling. "I think I have something that belongs to you. A red haired lass let me know that ye had a thing for music but no way to express it right now." reaching into the sack he retrieved the fiddle and bow and set it next to her on the deck "hope ye enjoy it lass." he said, nodding to her before he disappeared back below the decks, this time to find a place to stow his belongings.