Tari's eyebrows lifted at the rundown of the situation from the man who, it seemed to her, was showing off and wondered how long it would be before he tripped over all of the debris littering the deck... or over one of the crewmen trying to clear the deck... idiot...<br/><br/>"Isn't it amazing how much your organizational skills have helped save us." she said archly, "Just think, for centuries sailors have sailed the seas, endured storms and survived without your skills." She grinned then, "And you come along, rearrange our spice rack and somehow manage to move all of our stores from below decks to above decks, had them all wash overboard when they had been secured as they should of been... below decks... and," She slapped the water barrel she was leaning against, "nothing at all on deck except for all of this wreckage that you're interfering with it's removal."<br/><br/>The swashbuckler rolled her eyes and turned to Titch, "Perhaps someone should check the actual stores, Sir, and make sure that those barrels out there are actually ours instead of wreckage from another of the... how many... 300 ships?" Not even a storm that long could wash sealed barrels and boxes up 2 decks and over the side overnight... unless someone wanted them to do so under the noses of the crew and near hurricane level conditions.