Abigail tilted her head in confusion at the good doctor, momentarily forgetting about the drunk.  "The world's been compensating you?  That must be nice.  I just keep getting the finger, and a long never ending raspberry.  I wouldn't mind it so much, but there's a lot of spit involved."  There would have been more to it, but the man was proposing to Simona again.  

"Fenris?"  The scarlet captain arched an eyebrow and looked down at her little beasty.  "Did you almost break our good sniper's Rib?"  The dog grinned, but only momentarily, and shook his head with a snort.  "He says he was fully in control of the situation the entire time, and you weren't really or truly in any danger."  There was a huff followed with a quick whine.  "Oh, and you'd have plenty other ribs had one broken, and a world class doctor to get it fixed."  She scratched the dog and motioned for the him to look at the table then mouthed "I'll talk with him."  At Angelo.  

"Well."  She scratched herself behind the ear and then tucked a loose strand of blood red hair behind it.  "Can't a captain just wake up her crew to help them maintain a regular sleeping schedule?  It makes for a well rested crew, and that makes for capable hands out in the sea.  If you don't believe me ask the doctor about circadian rhythm he'll tell you."  She waited a second before cracking and several quick bursts of laughter forcing their ways out of her mouth.  "Okay.  Okay.  Never mind that.  I wanted to get sail today, and well, that wasn't going to happen without a navigator so everyone was going to play a grand old game of an egg hunt, with a single item.  The winner would have gotten bragging rites, but it wouldn't have lasted very long to be honest."  She frowned.  "It would've been that or have Nautilus yell in spurts and wave his hands around trying to get the attention of any navigator who happened to see be within range to see or hear him."

Her attention turned back to the drunk who was still standing.  It was impressive.  She'd thought he'd be out before she managed to ask him what he wanted on her ship, or if he'd leave without a fight, or if he'd at least wash up a bit so things would be bearable.  "But seeing as our friend here has come aboard."  Her strong hand clasped him on the shoulder.  "There's no need for any of that.  So, everyone get ready.  We'll be sailing in an hour or two."  She sniffed again, and gave an inquiring looking at her newest crew member.  "That is...."  A pause.  "How long does it take you to sober up?"

Her eyes shifted as steps could be heard coming down the ship.  "Someone's coming."  Her hand casually went to her blade, but she relaxed when Sierra came in.  "Oh Sierra."  A slight crimson crossed her face that made the color of her hair look down right pale.  "I forgot about you."  She bowed.  Her eyes squinted and the colors got back to normal.  "Uh..."  Her finger tapped on her forehead.  "Okay.  So, I don't like repeating myself to an audience.  So you guys, any of you guys, tell her the plan, and new predicaments.  I'll take my meal, and Nautilus's up to the deck."  She grabbed her plate, and loaded another for the larger man.  "Alright everyone break, or do whatever it is that needs doing.  I'll be back."

She headed up to meet Nautilus on the deck.  "Morning big guy."  She said holding up a plate for him.  "Hope your hungry.  Breakfast is ready."