"I have kept all of your qualifications in mind for the positions I though of for each of you. There are some jobs that there are multiple good candidates for, and others that none of you will probably be good for. Still, we'll make due with what we have. As long as you all can act cohesively, this ship will run just fine. There are still a few that need to get their lazy tails over here, but for now, I might as well start with some of the more certain positions." Sharee said, standing up from her chair and walking over to Serge, snapping her fingers in front of him to grab his attention. 

"I got one for you, ladies-man." She said sarcastically. "The position of quartermaster is the highest ranking on the ship, apart from me. In that role, you're pretty much in charge of taking care of the crew. Your job would be to keep everyone working well together. You have to deal with all their problems, and you'll inevitably end up with both their praises and complaints. Depending on how good you are at it, they'll either love you, or want to have you hanged. It's a lot of work, but you're trained, disciplined, and overall qualified. You accept the role and you'll be second in command of the men and women of this crew, as long as you can stop staring at their tails long enough to do it. So, will you take it?"

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"That's quite the honor, Captain." Serge responded, "I'll gladly accept." Serge looked over at Noelle again, "You hear that? I'm the quartermaster." The Breton said childishly.

Sarel let an obnoxious laughter slip out. "I've got fifty septims down that he'll be walking the plank in a week. You want in on that Malakaus?"

Serge quickly turned to his friend, falsely incredulous. "Oi, have some respect for your quartermaster! I'll throw you in the brig, and all that." Serge was briefly distracted by the same grapes Sarel was earlier. "We do have a brig, don't we?" Serge asked over his palm-full of grapes.

"If we do, it'll probably see more use as a game parlor than anything else. Jail cells are the only appropriate place to throw dice." Sarel said half jokingly. 

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"If memory serves me, we do have a room on the bottom deck that can serve that purpose. If we ever take prisoners, or if any of the crew starts causing trouble, that's where they'll go." Sharee commented before looking at Serge with an intimidating glare, one that he wouldn't quite be able to tell if it was serious or joking. "Except you. Since you have all this power, I naturally have to hold you to a higher standard. I'll be keeping a close eye on you. If [i]you[/i] start causing trouble, I won't lock you in a cell, I'll lock you up in my quarters for the night, and I promise it won't be nearly as...pleasurable as that would normally entail."

Before Serge could give a response, Sharee turned from him towards Sarel. "Now, as for the next position, you said you know quite a lot about ships and sailing, right Sarel? A fair number of our sailors are good with repairs, but right now, we don't have an officer organizing them. We need a boatswain to be in charge of organizing all the maintenance for the ship. Can you handle that?"