<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 afraid you are mistaken. On both issues."<br/><br/>Zephyr stood from his position, taking a step down, and continued his exercises while commenting on the previous night's situation. Reaching in the air with two balled-up fists, he bounced on his toes, keeping his muscles loose. Occasionally he had to reset his position due to debris and ship-bits gathering beneath him, rolling with the ship and current.<br/><br/>He addressed the salty Tari, although not giving her his full attention at that moment, "I was simply the humble messenger from below deck. The person who gave the mess crew the order to move supplies was... The bald guy with the sour disposition. You know the main cook. What's his name captain?..." He lowered his arms to be parallel with the ground and began reaching for his toes in a windmill-like motion. "Anyway, the order was given because two nights before the hole broke into the cleaning area, and we tried not to lose too much. I guess that water elemental had something else to say about that..." Looking in the direction of the previous accusary voice, "AND... I did not say we lost all stores. The food, while wet, is edible. There is some fine winery left, but let's keep that for the captain and for medicine, eh? Errr, yeah, the water is indeed done for. BUT if we can salvage some containers, I have the gift to purify it. Meaning we can grab it from the great sea itself! And drink that tea and coffee. Admittedly, that was only inventory of the kitchen fare. I have no idea what remains down below, as you said, miss."<br/><br/>After doing a couple of neck stretches, he grabbed his torn tunic and sat back down on the step with his legs crossed. "Furthermore! As the oddjob diviner of sorts on this beaut, I was TOTALLY on deck during the storm. I shared the crow's nest, and was pushing some wind currents into the sails so that we didn't spin around in a circle." He placed the white cloth wide into his lap, breathing in while motioning with his hands. A glow started to form within the fiber of the shirt, with particles of white floating off of it, seeming to disappear into thin air. Zephyr turned his head in the direction of Tari again, this time with a wink and a coy smile. "And you doubt my usefulness..."<br/><br/>As the shirt began to weave together, with various whipping sounds and a golden glow, he turned to address Tari, "And speaking sailing the seas, surviving without my expertise..." then turned around to face Titch in a more serious manner, something more akin to his former status, "That was not remotely a natural occurence. I had channeled the winds before that week of storms, of which we were supposed to receive small pockets of rain. I told you such, and we prepared. Something from either above or below was trying to tank us. The question is what was it, and do we want to find out why." He then went back to looking at the seemingly self-repairing tunic.<br/><br/>"And honestly, I'm not interested. Well, not<span class="bbc_u">that</span>interested, anyway..."