Angelo yawned as he did his usual routine of checking the cannons and the gunpowder. Angelo had a hammock in the gun deck of the ship so he would always be near some firearms. He was after all their resident sharp shooter, and as such he needed to make sure that all guns big or small were ready to go. Angelo went to his storage area where he kept all his guns and as usual he armed himself to the teeth with rifles, pistols, and blunderbuss. If nobody took the time to search Angelo it would just seem like he was wearing a black cloak to look cool. Once he checked the guns they had he walked above deck to see about catching some zzz's in the sun or if he could try and get into the stash of rum again...