[b]"A stealth mission hmm? Alright... I have some preparation to do than captain. I"ll meet up with you shortly."[/b] Malakaus bowed himself out as he headed back to his bunk. For the most part the ship was still buzzing with activity, if it wasn't work than it was recreation. Some of the crew members horsing around with each other, getting into arguments, but nothing sever. Of his Typhoon Warriors, only Harasha And Sheol were around. Malakaus knew that he sent Fletcher out to sell some trinkets for gold, though Malakaus had no idea where the Argonians Three-Horns and Dar Ray went. The only thing he knew about their location was that Three-Horns had business in the city while Dar Ray wanted the day off. Fine with Malakaus however, as he didn't have anything for them to do anyways. Until Fletcher comes back with the coins, they were out of soul gems. At least, they were; Malakaus was always sure to keep some for himself, such as that Grand Soul Gem he took from the two argonians when he first met them. With a Daedra's soul bound within, Malakaus took off his boots to enchant them with "Muffle"; wearing them would render his armor quiet, ensuring that no one would hear him coming. He also had a few scrolls of invisibility as well, so he wouldn't have to worry about putting too much effort into sneaking. While he much preferred to just kill every bandit in and around the cove, being able to ambush them would make things more exciting, he would admit.

Enchanting his boots didn't take long, but as he was doing so his mind lingered to the black powder that Dar Ray made for him. Malakaus felt that he wasn't quite taking it as seriously as he should; that there was a potential for it that he wasn't recognizing. What it was, he wasn't certain. Thinking about it made him want skooma; his trips often would provide him insight into things that he would normally never have thought of, information to things he shouldn't know. This made him somewhat regretful for actually spending most of his gold on supplies and enchanting materials. He wanted to do something to reward himself, such as taking some skooma. But he controlled himself. [b]"Get a hold of yourself man. Tonight's raid will make sure I get my hands on as much skooma as I'd like... I'm sure Sharee wouldn't mind me taking a few bottles for myself. For services rendered."[/b] He mumbled to himself.

Eventually, seeing that he had some time left, Malakaus went to retrieve his journal. While his penmanship left much to be desired, the purpose of his journal was to keep notes on things he might forget as well as to draft up new ideas he makes up on the spot. One such idea was trying to make a new weapon out of the black powder he received. He has heard of those who would fill the tips of crossbows with an explosive powder, but he wanted to do something different. Moving throughout the ship, Malakaus began to draft up many new and spontaneous ideas of how to weaponize the black powder. One idea that came to mind look to be some sort of club...