Noelle stirred from her bed around sunrise. She didn't really take part in the festivities last night. She got drunk, might have lit something on fire, and headed to her bunk. She was a bit of a mess all things considered, and despite living among pirates now she wasn't going to forget how to be hygienic. Most of the other crewmen were already off to work or dead asleep, so Noelle went somewhere private and began to wash herself using a cleaning solution. She'd have to ration her soap until they reach port; she had a good week's worth right here, but she wasn't planning on washing everyday as much as she'd like to. After cleaning yesterday's filth from her skin, the next thing Noelle began to wash her clothes, which were stained in blood and grease. Scrubbing it out was a bit difficult without a good washboard and warm water, but eventually she was able to clean it. She dried her clothes with a small fire spell; good for lighting torches and providing a light source, but it lacked any real power behind it to be useful in a fight. 

Once she got washed and dressed Noelle was going to head to the deck and see how she could help when one of the crew members approached her. He told her that the captained wanted to see her. "Maybe she wants to talk about the garden plot I mentioned." Noelle said mostly to herself. She headed towards the Captain's cabin and walked in as Sharee spoke to three other crew members. She caught the tail end of what Sharee said, starting with "Lack of Officers" and everything else afterwards. "You believe that we'd be fit to lead the other men? I mean, not that I don't trust you judgement captain, but I've never led men to do much else but to haul my belongings. It's not exactly something I'm experienced in, if what I'm saying."