"Hmm, well I'm sure I can figure out a way to mix the fire salts and charcoal better than what you have. Enough practice with alchemy, and one gains a certain...intuition for that sort of thing. Still, most of those other ingredients aren't [i]too[/i] rare, we just don't have the coin for them at the moment. No matter what you end up doing with these ranged clubs, I plan on upgrading our ballistas to be a bit more...explosive. All of this is out of our reach until we can get a good score. A few days time, and hopefully we'll have that. Just make sure you and your men are ready." Sharee answered. She would have considered the conversation concluded, had a thought not crossed her mind. Malakaus' "Typhoon Warriors," as he called them, had been becoming a more effective unit...which presented a problem. By identifying themselves with their own name and overall identity, Malakaus had somewhat set them apart from the crew, and therefore Sharee. She was still their superior, but she needed to make sure they didn't start seeing him as more of an authority as her. She needed to form somewhat of a rapport with them to help ensure they stayed loyal, to give them orders every so often in a way that did not interfere with Malakaus' ability to lead them. They had all only known Malakaus for about a week, so it wasn't as if they had yet had time to form some close bond with him. She still had time. 

"Oh, and by the way, I've been noticing your men, your 'Typhoon Warriors', have been doing some good work. I would like to speak to them, send them to me once we get back." Sharee ordered.