Octavius found himself in his cabin at some point. He wasn't sure how he'd gotten there, but assumed some combination of the mind-destroying boredom and the rage building inside him was to blame. With that in mind, he decided, based on the amount of light filtering into his window, that now was probably a good time to see about dinner. Having given up, he supposed he could try whatever Ceres managed to cook up for the rest of the crew. In a worst case scenario, he supposed he would die. Not exactly the death he was looking for, but he supposed beggars couldn't be choosers. So, with a sigh, a shrug, and a cursory look around his room, he headed for the helm, figuring he would take over for his first mate while she cooked.

Upon arrival, however, he discovered that the woman had already departed, and he chuckled. "Get out of the way." he said. His voice was quiet, almost soft. The violence it carried was still ominous however, and the sailor moved with some motivation as the captain took the wheel once more. He supposed it was a good thing that the woman was already cooking, since that would mean they got to eat sooner. He didn't like the way she had just waltzed off to get to it, though. He had told her to do this job, so the fact that she just passed it off was not exactly promising. At the same time, it was his own fault. The warlord sighed again, and wondered what he was going to do about all this. Finding his first target would make things a lot easier. With another man loyal to him on board, he'd be more comfortable. On top of that, he'd be another step closer to his goal. The next step was likely going to be harder than even surviving the Grand Line, but he supposed it would have to get done some way. He wasn't going anywhere serious without Luther and Griggs at his back. 

Again, Captain Cuttlam had to push such ambitions away, focusing on the task at hand before his mind tore itself apart. Out of boredom, he started steering the ship back and forth idly, sending them one way, and then another, without any clear purpose. He got a couple of strange looks from the crew down below, but they didn't question it. He gave that up after several unnecessary turns, and then waved over one of the more piratical members of his crew. "Go find me what flags we've got on board." he ordered. "I want to see what our options are. We're going to need more than idle wanderings to get to the [i]Powder Keg[/i]..." he ordered quietly. The man headed off immediately, and that left the captain to wait patiently, wondering if they had anything entertaining that could really draw in some exciting opponents...

((bad guys show up after dinner? maybe the powder keg?))