First mate, vice captain...Ceres didn't care what he wanted to call her. But she'd be damned to settle for anything less than second in command. Her days of serving others were through. Well...kind of, since Octavius himself was still there. But it was better than being a ship cook and sort-of-mascot. "Nearest port it is!" The woman exclaimed, turning the ship into the general direction of where she remembered the nearest town to be. It wasn't the most friendly of places for pirates, but if they didn't cause trouble or stand out too much they would be fine. And since they didn't have wanted posters yet, apart from Octavius maybe, they should be fine.

"Get to the sails! Bring 'er back into the wind boys!" She exclaimed, Ace, Cyrus, and the few remaining other crew members moving to get the sails turned into the right direction. And once again they were off. Things were going relatively smoothly so far. If the captain's trust in his former crew mates was as justified as she hoped, they would soon be ready to head out for the grand line itself. Though there was still one very important person they were missing. A navigator. Well, and maybe a musician. But that one was less needed. Without a good navigator they wouldn't make it very far on the grand line. It was the most difficult sea of all to sail after all.

Once the ship was on it's way again Ceres ordered one of the crew to fetch the map. As she wasn't entirely sure if she was heading into the right direction. Ace, in turn, went back to what he had been doing for most of the trip so far. Resting against the rails and pretty much nothing else. Ceres already didn't expect the man to do much ordinary ship work. He was more a swordsman than a sailor. Luckily he at least took action when he was really needed. And they had a few of the idiot thugs left to scrub the deck and such.