Octavius wasted no time in hopping in the longboat to head to shore, and he was about to start casting himself off when people finally managed to make their way to the vessel, everyone who hadn't been picked for guard duty piling into the boat to get to shore. And lucky for everyone aboard aside from the captain, Ceres was kind enough to take them to shore with her power over the water around them, rather than making the lowest on the totem pole row them there. The trip was quick, and the group was soon disembarking and heading their separate ways. For most of them, though, "separate ways" meant everyone piled into the nearest tavern and tried not to scrap over seating. Captain Cuttlam brought up the rear, and noticed a thumb jabbed in his direction, his first mate already seated and speaking of him.

In a show of good faith, he unloaded his scattergun before taking his own seat at the bar, which seemed to relax the innkeeper. Once he had his drink, though, the pirate lord began quietly attempting to reload the weapon without anyone noticing, drinking with one hand and trying not to drop shotshells with the other. He thought he was being largely successful, but he supposed time and strange looks would tell. For the moment, he focused on finding his happy place, something that required at least four more pints. Sitting mostly quietly, the warlord wondered what he was going to do. He knew he had put such things off for the next day, but he couldn't afford to sit here and drink all day and not concern himself with the goings on around him. Mostly because he didn't have enough money to drink all day. With that in mind, he decided after his next four drinks, he was going to have to find something else to do to blow off steam and maybe sort his life out before his first mate took over and started up another one of those crazy pirate gangs consisting entirely of drugged up women crazier than a shark riding a horse...