Octavius opened an eye when he heard Ceres pull up a stump next to him. He nodded quietly when she observed on his waking state, and carried on sipping at his water. Then she pushed two pieces of paper toward him, and the captain was forced to open both eyes to actually see what she was going on about. Someone had drawn a decent picture of him, and even put a bounty on his head. He smiled at the thought, and his smile widened when his food arrived. He wasn't feeling polite enough to wait for his companion's food to arrive, though, and he dug in immediately. He horked back the first sandwich like his life depended upon it, and the other two followed in short order, though he did manage to eat each one slightly slower than the one before it. 

By the time the third bacon and egg sandwich had disappeared, the pirate lord was starting to feel a little better, and he chugged back more water to help that feeling along. At this point, all he really wanted to do was go back to bed, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something he was supposed to be doing. Then he remembered that they were supposed to be working today. They needed to patch up their ship, re-evaluate the crew, and see about moving onward and upward. They had ships to sink, people to terrorize, and loot to acquire in vast amounts. He sighed at that, and wondered if he should stop drinking. "Got any plans?" he asked Ceres as quietly as he could. He had no problem taking inspiration from her, especially since she didn't seem to be suffering like he was...