"Right," Galen said, seeing the crew was just about to get mingling. That would be fine on their off-time, but those who had duties needed to get with it. The handsome quartermaster turned his gaze upwards, shielding his eyes. "Jax, we all clear!?" He called up to the Elf. 

The bare chested Elf called back town with a raised hand. "Aye sir! Tha seas are as sober as me own grandfather!" 

Galen would take that as a 'yes' and swiftly switched gears, pointing to the sailors of the crew (Vaia, Vaeri, Zahir, Ed, and Eladar). "Hoist the sails!" Galen called, grabbing a loose rope and pulling on it to lift his feet up on the railing of the sterncastle. He stood tall above the crew, wind causing his hair to sway as he barked orders to get them underway, his demeanor shifting from casual to orderly in the blink of an eye. He pointed to Zahir specifically when he called. "Haul the anchor!" 

"Do it ye scaberous dogs!" Sketti roared to get the crew into moving. Once that was through with, the Dwarf would walk over to where the main mast was, feeling the wood and making sure the timber was sturdy for the umpteenth time as the sailors hauled and heaved next to him. 

Eladar was near the prow of the ship, unfastening ropes with a knife in his mouth, flipping them onto his shoulder in a large, thick loop before climbing up one of the spiderweb-like tangles of rope, fit arms prominent from carrying the full weight of his body, dark hair hanging beneath him. 

Galen turned his head, glancing toward Loren. "And with that, it's your show." He said, giving a nod. He leaped off the railing to the deck a dozen feet below, using the rope he held to slow his descent. He smoothly landed just by Sage, running a hand through his hair as he regarded her. "Now," he said to her, dark eyes glinting. "As the healer, you'll have your own room down from the cooking area. We won't need too much from you at the moment until battle, or someone gets scurvy." He added with a wink. 

"If you have any questions, my cabin's always open."