Elsewhere on the ship, Warrant Officer Irwin Kendrick was currently engaged in a cleansing routine. Irwin poured some seawater, as it was better to use that than fresh water, over his body. Grasping a purple, palm sized, bar of soap Kendrick slowly slide the soap down his chest. While rubbing the soap in a circular motion over his upper body; Irwin's pupils focused towards his 'sailor's uniform'. Of course while Irwin Kendrick didn't have wear that particular attire, the Warrant Officer preferred that whenever combat happened that he'd be dressed in something other than his suit. It was always such a bother to clean up any blood, muck or mire that came up in battle from his nice suit. At this moment that clothing set was still drying up from an earlier cleaning.

As Kendrick was inspecting his fingernails and as he prepared to clean his lower body; the Marina was struck by a powerful force which caused Kendrick's soap to shoot out of his hands. With a grumble the Warrant Officer stopped cleaning himself as he began to search for the soap he dropped. Spying the soap on the floorboards Kendrick bent over to grab it as another Marine barged in.

"HEEEEEEEEEEEY SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIR!" Kendrick jolted up in an erect position as the other Marine realized what situation he stumbled upon in. This realization caused the other marine to instinctively raise his left hand to cover his eyes, although he took a few glances between his fingers as Kendrick somewhat covered himself.  Removing his hand the marine cleared his throat, "Hey Sir! Our commanding Commodore told us to prepare for trouble; possibly pirates." With an eager grin the sailor gave a salute before rushing out.

Kendrick grimaced as he looked up towards, his still wet, 'battle attire'. There was no option other than his suit right now. Irwin grabbed a towel and dried himself off. He took a few moments to inspect his fingernails again before procuring his suit. Carefully Irwin brushed it off before dressing in it. After that he placed both of his 'FUN Bags' over his shoulders while placing his gloves on. 

And now finally Irwin Kendrick grabbed his prized revolver. Slowly he moved it around in all directions, checking to see if it had any new scratches or blemishes he needed to worry about. As per usual there was nothing new to worry about. Opening the barrel, Kendrick began to count the current amount of rounds. It wasn't full so Irwin took a few rounds from his belt and filled up his revolver. Finished with that he closed the barrel and methodically stepped towards the door, looking both left and right before sensitively opening the door. When there was enough room to take a peek through, Kendrick took the time to check and see if anything was wrong. Since there was nothing to worry about from the initial check from the door he exited the room and kept close towards the walls.