Tari eyed the man who was not only putting his bones at risk dancing among the debris on deck... not a particularly unobstructed place at the best of times, but who was clearly delusional and could cause a panic... or worse... at the worst time. "Captain," she said in a voice loudly enough for those immediately around her, "His Highness has obviously suffered some form of delusion or injury to think so and put the whole ship at risk with such talk... I would suggest that he be ignored until a proper survey of our supplies can be conducted by Cook or one of the officers." She looked about the deck and grimaced "Why it's clear that we've lost some of the livestock to the storm, the dry goods and fresh water should be more than ample... we have our own methods of securing more of that, this talk of securing personal property in the galley can only be some form of demensia... the galley doesn't have space or room to store more the stove and cookery... unless he demanded that the cook throw that overboard for his luxery items."<br/><br/>She turned to Titch, and in a lower voice, "Dismiss his claims for the moment and treat him as if he hit his head... if he continues, we can dunk him over the side until he finds his senses to not cause a mutiny over his unfounded claims... Surely Cook would not tell a passengersuch things before reporting to one of the officers first; he has been sailing with you for years and knows how things work on a ship."