Tari Gravante opened her lovely gray eyes and looked up at the planks and supports that made up the ceiling of the cabin... the deck of the Quarter Deck. The first thing that she noticed was the absence of the storm that had ravaged the ship for a week, a blessing, she thought... even after years at sea, severe storms could still leave her queasy. The second thing that she noticed, as her hand slipped to the mattress beside her and felt the coolness of it... "damn it, you have to sleep sometime Titch!" she swore under her breath and pushed herself upright. The sheets fell to reveal her bare torso; her breasts would be a prize to see in the slight chill of the cabin, and stretched d before her pushed the tangle of dark hair back from her face. "What you call sleep is a joke and someday, I'm going to tie you down for a full 8 hours." She was talking to an empty room, but that didn't bother the swashbuckler overly much, she had pulled double shifts... and a triple shift or two... for more than a week during the storm and had finally reached the point that she was more a henderance than help... by habit, she had retreated to the Captain's cabin and she spotted her wet clothing laying on the deck in a line from the hatch to the bed. Hell, she spent more time in this cabin naked than clothed, but she had expected Him to take some kind of break before he dropped dead.<br/><br/>Tari pushed herself out of her lover's bed and pulled out a pair of dry pants... her last pair... and slipped them up her long legs. "Where's my boots?" she asked the empty air as she borrowed one of Titch's shirts... all of hers were still damp and after a week, she would of been surprised if there were more than 3 pair of intact slickers on the ship.<br/><br/>She spent only the minimum time untangling her hair and pulled it back into a tail that reached the middle of her back and with a grimace, pulled her wet boots on over dry socks. She knew that there would be repairs and while she could justify sleeping last night, she couldn't make herself stay in bed... particularly alone... and pushed her way below decks to start sounding the hull and checking on the cargo...<br/><br/>All ships leaked, of course, it was the nature of ships to leak, and the bilge was a little more full than normal... damned elementals... but she didn't see any danger of sinking and the crew were already working on patching the hole in the side.... the loss of the guns would be hard felt and she saw far too few crew as she worked her way forward and up to the deck... She suspected that one of the first things she would be needed to do is to help rerigging the remaining mast and working on repairing the sails.<br/><br/>She did pause to look out at the bay and she paused as she saw Captain Titch. Whatever they might be in private, in public, he was the Captain and she showed the proper respect as she approached, "Captain, orders?" she asked as she paused and looked at him. She tried hard to not think about the thing that he did each morning... she had seen him use it and it haunted her dreams on bad nights.