Illiendi being left with the Captain answers the rather pertinent questions on food deliveries and set of times and of course payment and crew before the subject shifts to the finer things like the direction they are to sail and the course they are to take, this takes longer as Illiendi has a course in mind but the sailor, being rather knowledgeable himself, tries to argue the course with the demon. Until the captain notices Amano on the rigging and calls to him, Illiendi glanced over to his young master and then looked back to the map without another thought, "He won't fall." He commented idly but confidently before once more trying to hash out the details of their route, only one major course change was made by the end and the minor details would still set Amano up for the 'adventures' a young lord needs to have to become rich and famous. A peaceful boat ride wouldn't make him nearly as desirable by the local women, or as prestigious in his fathers eyes s battling storms, monsters and neer'do wells to reach such fame and glory. It was a shame any captain worth his salt knew the pirate routes, the locations of storm 'hot spots' and where the monsters slept and refused to travel that way if they had any sense. This one, while smart, seemed to be at least unhinged enough to contemplate their plan. 

The conversation continues between the pair until the jars are bought up and Illiendi glanced to them as if having forgotten their existence. "For fresh water. I intend to draw it from the well the day we leave. My Master will need a supply for when it becomes too difficult to purify our own. He is not overly partial to alcohol, of which I have ordered two barrels of strong stout and one of honey mead."
"You are too good to us boy."
"My Master is the one who purchased it and he also said he trusted your judgement on rations for the crew."
"Ah your Lord is a smart man that he is, I may not look it but I ain't no drunk and I won't have drunks on board but on long journeys like these the alcohol takes off the edge, helps everyone stay a little more...comfortable."

They spent another ten minutes discussing the finer points before with another firm hand shake the demon approached the rigging and glanced up to his little lordling, while the human couldn't see him he may well feel as though he heard his name being called as a warm breath on the winds. Though this odd feeling was soon coupled with his title being called up to him by the more 'social' tones that Illiendi put on for the humans. "My Lord is the ship to your liking?"