Steadman groaned. "Just a minute!" He yelled as he undid his hair and cleaned up a bit. The banging continued. "I said, just a minute!" He uses his leopard skin bandana to mop up a spillage, grabbed his medicine bottle, then opened the door. "And to what do I owe the non-pleasure? Medicine, sea-sickness bucket, amputation? No? Nothing? Well don't bother me!" He slammed the door in Rie's face, and sat down on a hammock staring out at the ocean. He frowned and though about Jack, his old boss. He wondered how he was doing. He spend his youth traveling with him, being on the lucky clover would take some getting used to.