Octavius wasted no time in heading to bed. He went to sleep almost immediately, and he didn't wake up until someone banged on his door in the wee hours of the morning. "Your watch, Captain." someone said as they poked their head around the door. Captain Cuttlam looked up and nodded slowly, easing himself from his hammock with a groan as the man who'd woken him disappeared. "That was a terrible idea." he groaned to himself, before heading for his clothes, and then the deck. Shotgun in one hand, he sat on the stairs to the poop deck and took up his watch. He wasn't concerned about anything since they were in what could be considered a safe haven, and if this place was suddenly to become unsafe, there was a man who could turn into a giant dog-monster-thing, who was also the best shotgunner the world had ever seen, on top of being a world-class pirate. If there was anything he couldn't do, it wasn't pertinent when it came to things related to his day job.

And thanks to his very particular set of skills, the warlord had no problem obnoxiously ringing the bell when he decided it was close enough to wake up time for his liking. He rattled the offensively loud bronze bell for all he was worth, giving the ship a good thirty seconds worth of alarm before he chuckled to himself, and headed to the other end of the vessel, wondering what he was going to do now. They needed to get their ship repaired, and they needed a navigator. They weren't going to catch the [i]Simurgh[/i] without repairs, and he wasn't convinced they would get anywhere without a navigator. He supposed the local tavern would be the only place to start, at least for a moment, but he wouldn't be surprised if his first mate already had a scheme of her own to spin. He supposed he might as well let her take over, if that was the case, though he was loathe to admit that a woman could do anything better than him...