"Shut up you picaroon! Thunder is howling across the sky. Rearrange your priorities," he yells at the man harassing Alexi and Carmen. He balls his hands into fists out of frustration, watching men slide and fall on deck.

 "Lasses, I want the two of you to control the swivels should a beast get near," he pauses for a moment before frowning, "I trust the two of you won't kill yourselves, take some explosives shells if need be as well. I'll overlook the cannons!"

The women are competent, so he doesn't waste any further time with them, knowing his orders will be carried out. His feet pound against the wooden planks and he allows his boots to slide forward before veering to the right. Kristion can handle this; they've sailed through worse together, with him being his longest standing crew member. 

He watches Celeste order the crew members around and nods his head at her out of appreciation, "I'm going below deck, can you make sure the lines don't go taut?"