[color=f1c40f]Time: [/color]Dusk 
[color=f1c40f]Location: [/color]On the deck of the Harem
[color=f1c40f]Interactions:[/color] No one in particular
[color=f1c40f]Equipment:[/color] The clothing on his back: A unbuttoned dress shirt of the pirate-y variety, leather breeches, matte black in color, leather boots, in surprisingly good shape

After his words towards Tigerlily, it seems like the ship hummed into motion. The ship itself was not moving, but there was a flurry of activity. Crew members moved about getting the ship ready to sail. Tesoro offered his help wherever needed. It felt good to be working a ship again. It was something he always liked doing. There are captains out there that never got their hands dirty, but Tesoro was never like that. He worked alongside his crew, acting more as bosun or carpenter than a captain. 

The thought of this made the fact that he was thrown off his ship through a mutiny hurt that much more...

Tesoro kept working, making sure to keep away from Tigerlily as much as he could. Tying down the barrels below, stowing away whatever cargo or supplies they had. Tesoro of course took some time to observe the deck. Who was doing what task, who was good at which task. Call it an occupational hazard. He then turned his head slightly away from what he was working on when Lizzie called out to the crew about pouring everyone a drink. Tesoro sighed slightly. Sure, it was the pirate's way of life, to live freely and enjoy the moment. However, Tesoro's previous concerns were not quelled and now Lizzie wants to essentially throw a small feast. Tesoro shook his head and looked to the skies to try to determine their heading. 

Dreaded Isles. Of course. Lots of monsters, possibility of plunder, overall adventure.

[color=f1c40f]"I'll have water. With where we're going, someone has to keep their wits about them..."[/color] Tesoro said, to no one in particular as he continued working on making sure the ship is as ready as it can be.