When Octavius finally woke up, he figured it was probably around noon. Not much sleep, by some standards, but enough for him. The pirate picked himself up off the ground and did a couple of stretches to work out the kinks, before he started cleaning up. He'd managed to save his weaponry, at least for a time. He figured it would probably be prudent to find his old crew quickly, at least one of them could help him out with some newfangled repeating machine that wouldn't rust on the ocean. For now, this would do. He had even managed to check his ammunition, and all the useless cartridges were tossed into a bucket for disposal at some point. Once powder was wet, it was pretty well useless, short of drying it out properly, and that wasn't going to happen on a boat in the middle of the ocean. Some landlubber would probably buy it, though. It didn't take long to dry out cartridges if you didn't live on the sea, and scatterguns and magnum revolvers were popular all over. For now, it waited in the bucket. The rest of the stuff got packed up again, and the warlord finally had the time to properly buckle on his sidearm. Once it was sitting nicely below his hip, he set out for the washing facilities. The smell of gun oil was nice, but being covered in it made a lot of things impossible. 

Captain Cuttlam did his best to get the stuff off of him, and succeeded, for the most part. He knew all of it wasn't going to come off, that just couldn't be expected, not when his hands had absorbed so much of it over many years. But he was satisfactorily clean, now, though he wouldn't squeak, thanks to his extended exposure to gun oil. That was probably for the best, though, and the the pirate lord headed back to his cabin to get dressed properly, wondering what the plan was. Obviously there wasn't much of one, but there had to at least be an idea of how they were going to go about changing up command. It wasn't his problem yet, though, and that was the best kind of problem. So he got himself presentable and well-armed, and headed out on deck to see what was going on, curious to see if he'd have an opportunity to eat before dinner time this evening...