Lester jumped down onto the deck after an interesting session of climbing, full of wet ropes and slippery surfaces. He takes a moment to brace himself, feeling a bit off after climbing down, and turns toward a familiar voice, Celeste. Indeed, he nods his head in agreement with her, gunpowder isn't cheap and can be hard to come by when you're sailing. Hopefully, there aren't any leaks in the store room. That would be a disaster worthy of some tragic play. His eyes widen as a clap of thunder roars through the air. Damn, he'll have to speak with Celeste about inventory later. This weather is bound to wake a cranky sea beast! The ship floor is too unsteady to use exploding shells, he'd rather his men not blow each other up. 

"Get ready to man cannons in case of an attack! Celeste, we might need bundle shots for the cannons!"