Uban brightened. "Now there's an idea! Whatcha say Cap'n? We could carve out time for a little training session, eh?" Berlin gave a slow nod from behind his wooden cup of pungent rum. Berlin himself was not into whoring or gambling much, except maybe the occasional card game here and there, so there wasn't much he blew his money on. Instead, he spent a good deal of his personal share supplementing what they set aside for the crew as a whole. He made sure to buy good rum and not the cheap swill, and whenever they came into port, he splurged on getting fresh fruits, meats, bread, and other perishable foods that they normally didn't get out at sea. "I always encourage training and experiments. I'd rather have you test something when we're anchored off some remote sandbar than in combat. And besides, we've developed a fighting strategy amongst us, but now we've got new talent. It might be time for a slight revision, as well as having Hanabaptiste looped in on some of our current strategies. Aye, I think having a day off from sailing would do us all some good. I'll set a course tonight for the Irah Archipelago and we'll have ourselves a mini tropical vacation for a day." Uban smiled. "You play the harp? Beautiful things, those are. I never have played one before though. Nor have I seen any plays or operas or the like. See, I was a farmer most of my life. I'm from Unata, it borders Yonin to the East. This tiny little hillside village called Oak Hill. Anyway I learned to play on my own as a lad, and I got good at it eventually. But then, y'know, life had other plans. Accidentally killed a man, got sent to prison, lost a finger in the escape, and now I'm a little hampered when I chord with my left hand. I learned to do it with my right, but never quite as well. But I can't imagine playing with my feet!" Uban laughed. "Maybe I'll try it sometime, just because. Do you sing at all? You'll have to teach us some songs from your homeland! And maybe one of these days we'll find you a harp, eh?" Berlin was relatively quiet, listening to the conversation happening around the table and enjoying his liquor. Mostly, he was watching his crew, gauging how well they were receiving their newest member, as teamwork and harmony within the crew was important--nay, crucial, to success in their profession. Unlike Rohaan, Berlin did not press Wheel to engage with her. The man was naturally quiet anyway, and he was a grown man. He would learn to trust her, if nothing else than out of necessity. Besides, despite having a temper, Wheel did not bite. Rohaan, occasionally, did. The boy answered her softly, and if one did not know him, it could almost be mistaken for shyness instead of just hesitancy. "Maybe...after dinner...?" His eyes flicked to Berlin as if he were asking him, too. "Chores first, Rheoaan," Berlin answered without even looking up from his cup. "Oh. Aye Ca-mm. Chores first. But then...when I'm done cleaning up the galley after the meal...well, I'm not supposed to be aloft yet for a bit, so maybe then? Aye Ca-mm?" "Aye," Berlin allowed. He turned in his seat to stare at the boy with all the intensity and authority of an admiral. "But don't you test her Rheoaan." When the boy looked somewhat offended, Berlin did not buy it. "I know you, you little scoundrel. You push limits like a conquering army challenges borders. [I]Don't.[/I] Any shenanigans and I'll have you scrub the deck until it surpasses even Pieter's standards. Y'hear me?" Rohaan sighed. "Aye Ca-mm." He turned his attention back to Hanabaptiste. "So....do you have any books that are..." He scowled, his little golden brows wrinkling his suntanned skin as he tried to search for the right word. Not the most eloquent of speakers, he gave up with trying to find something more specific and simply went with, "interesting?" It was not meant to be a condescending sort of question and his tone showed that plainly. He was merely curious was all.