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Just as the captain finished her little internal monologue she was bombarded by several people. Barney had come up and started rattling on about something to do with the engine, and somewhere through the confusing mess that was Barney's speech pattern she was able to grasp that he'd improved them in some way and had an idea of how to improve something else, but before she could respond he started shouting at one of the pixies and went over there- evidently to teach it how to properly get high. Well that was a force for chaos. 

"Thanks, Barney, she said simply. There wasn't really time to say anything more before her quartermaster was there, and he was followed closely by their resident genasi. The big rock seemed to be a bit flustered and eager to make a good impression, and Dihala would be lying if she said she didn't find it at least somewhat endearing. 

"Thank you, Valyrim," she replied to the quartermaster before turning back to the genasi. "I'm glad you're excited. I am too, and thank you for informing me about the supplies. You're doing a great job-" 

She was cut off by the slightly faint call of "captain!" 
[i]Oh no.[/i]

Prancing her way to the upper deck was none other than their navigator, who like everyone else, came straight for her and started rattling off about something or another. Evidently they needed to set sail, and the... The council of planks was in agreement... Oh boy. There had been many times in her life when Dihala had felt like she'd gone mad, but none of them quite compared to the feeling of hearing Fel speak and then realizing she was actually going to listen to what this nutcase said they should do. And why, might you ask? Because somehow she had proven that this stupid acorn theory worked. And now apparently there was a council of planks. It really felt like something out of a child's imagination, but she supposed that for right now, she'd just have to deal with it. 

"... Right. Uh... Let's hold off on the wine for now. We'll have some with dinner. No, you didn't miss a meeting, everyone is just doing their jobs and informing me when they finish them. Speaking of which..." Dihala peeled her hands from the dryad and then made her way up to the helm of the ship. Excitement was electrifying the air, and it seemed like the whole ship was feeling it. This would be the crew's maiden voyage together. It was a special moment in time and Dihala hoped that they would all remember it fondly for a long time, no matter what adventures awaited them.

"Lads!" she called out, getting everyone's attention. "Stow the gangplank, hoist the sails, and weigh anchor. We're about to be on our way." 

She spoke a little quieter, but still projected her voice a bit towards their quartermaster. "Do make sure none of the pixies get caught in a rope, please. We don't need another incident with chief Boom Boom."