Octavius shrugged when Ceres asked for a moment to get her things together. He didn't much care, so long as they got going. He found his place by the ship's wheel and waited for things to kick off. It didn't take long for his first mate to show up and start giving orders. No surprise that she was good at it, women seemed to have a knack for bossing people around. While she screamed, he cradled his shotgun fondly, figuring that would provide some decent motivation to his crew. Then the woman he'd picked as his second-in-command asked where they were going. "We're going to find the *Powder Keg*. East-by-North-East." he declared, a savage grin spreading across his face. Just the idea of a hard fight had him feeling better. He couldn't wait for the feeling of such violence to return.

He took a lap around the helm and then leaned over to Ceres with more orders. "I want the cannons manned. Not loaded though, just ready to go. And I want everyone else who isn't manning the cannons to be armed and ready to fight." he spoke quietly enough that no one else could hear him, so that the woman would have to give the orders herself. He didn't see the point in trying to give orders directly when he had someone to do it for him. It was also a bit of petty revenge on his part, since he wanted to see if he could get Ceres to yell herself hoarse while acting under his direction. To that effect he began searching for other things he could get her to yell at people for. "Make sure there's at least one person in the crow's nest at all times. I want some warning when the *Powder Keg* finds us." he added, continuing his slow, meandering laps of the helm as he thought. Anything and everything that came to mind, even little things, that could passed on, he whispered to his first mate, letting her to the heavy lifting. If she wanted to be a pirate, he would show her what that meant...

((No worries.))