"Ah well, not exactly nah. I uh, volunteered ta help handle riggins, figured you know, since sum of da usual gents are sleeping now dat yer on watch, I ought to do my bit. Wasn't really all dat busy dis mornin after all on account of da captain's fairly smooth sailin, so ain't like I'm tired or nuthin." Sticky says as you two reach the deck. It was a dark night as the moon was covered by clouds. If you were human you'd pratically be blinded by the darkness, but fortunately your eyes allow you to easily see the area around you, at least a little bit. Looking over the side of the ship however, you'd only see the surface of the ocean; whatever was below was covered by an impenetrable darkness. 

"An uh, as fer fightin well... Honestly, kinda hope dere ain't no trouble. I knew da first mate mentioned a bounty fer fishmen heads, but usually dey in da waters. Dey don't ever go onto the deck unless dey want prisoners..." Sticky nervously put his hand on the head of his axe. It was a sizable battleaxe, similar to what many other orcs carry. His had a silver coin inlaid on the pommel. His other weapon was a short sword on the opposite hilt, very plain, as well as a light crossbow slung over his shoulders, though it was currently dissembled. It would take him at least a minute to put it together, and a seconds were precious in a real fight.