"Yes Cynric, come in, and shut the door behind you. I'm promoting officers." Sharee explained quickly before turning her attention to the Orc. "Well, Malakaus, Sarel is in charge of repairs and maintenance, so he can tell you if he needs you. As for you, I did notice that you got those ballistas working, on your own initiative, even. You seem to be good at leading people, or at the very least, loud enough that they'll listen to you, so I'm making you weaponmaster. Basically, you're in charge of everything offensive on this ship, including maintaining and upgrading the ballistas. You'll also be in charge of the crew operating them whenever we're in a fight. 

Deciding that she was done wasting time waiting, Sharee immediately moved on to her next officer. "Noelle, I saw you in the infirmary after we cleared the ship, and the bit of information you gave Kilith before you signed up says you have knowledge on healing. And, even if you deny it, I saw you trying to take charge when you were storming the middle deck, so I know you're perfectly comfortable with ordering people around. That is why I am putting you in charge of the infirmary. I don't care if you are or are not the best restorationist we have, or if you even do the healing yourself; I only care that you keep our people in good health. We have other healers and alchemists, so you'll be in charge of them. You will be making sure that the infirmary has everything it needs and is running smoothly."

Lastly, Sharee motioned for Cynric to approach her. The necromancer was one of her more interesting crew members, at least as far as his skills were concerned. Even if he didn't listen properly, his cooking was excellent, something that seemed unimportant, but could raise morale during a long voyage. More importantly, he could make sure their food was safe to eat so that the crew remained in good health. "And you, Cynric, are obviously our chef. You'll keep everyone well fed and their spirits high, but more importantly, you'll also be in charge of keeping our food stores safe and sanitary. Make sure our food doesn't rot before we can eat it, and that it isn't riddled with disease. It doesn't matter how good of fighters we have if half my crew is dying of dysentery. That also means you are in charge of general sanitation on the ship. Now, to answer your question before you ask, no, this does not mean you are going to be spending your days swabbing the deck, but it does mean you are in charge of the ones who are. Your job is one of the most important there is for daily life on this ship, so if we end up with maggots in our breakfast, I'm going to force feed them to you."

With the roles of everyone that was present assigned, Sharee decided to move on to the next order of business so the others could all get to work more quickly. "Now, in addition to your roles aboard the ship, I have taken note of the combat capability among all of you. That means that I am probably going to end up taking the lot of you with me on tasks that require small groups. In larger fights, though, I want to make sure our fighters have proper leadership. It is for that reason that I have taken the list of our surviving crew and divided the combat capable ones up among you. I want each of you to be in charge of a small group of three or four. You will lead them and make sure they work well together when it is time to fight." Sharee walked over to her table, grabbed a small stack of parchments, then passed them out among her officers. "Each of these contains a list of a few names with descriptions of what they are good at...or at least what [i]they[/i] said they were good at. I recommend talking to them to make sure they have the skills they say they do, and just to get familiar with them. Think of them as your own personal team. Now, I recognize that not all of you might be well suited to that particular kind of job, so if you don't think you're cut out lead a group like that, tell me now and I'll find someone else."