Sea Stalkers, The Stalk Begins~

Serene, finally reaching the pool, grabs her weapon and locks it in her sheath, moving as fast as she can to catch up afterwords.

Val stalks down the open corridors, finally reaching his quarters after a couple minutes. He pulled out the key and unlocked the door, walking in. Once inside he did not even bother to close the door, his bag of gear was already packed and sitting on the bunk. He looked around at the rather spartan room..there was nothing to say he had even been there, no momentoes..barely even a scent to the room other then the slight salty tang of the ocean. He paused for a moment before shrugging..he didn't have to make his mark on land, he would make it on the sea.
Slinging his bag over his shoulder he stepped out of the room and looked down the hall to the right, where he saw a slightly familiar figure sliding her way down the hall. "Chief Serene!" he called out, moving to catch up to her and walk with her.

Orson fidgeted a bit at being called "Sir". He hadn't never really gotten used to anyone calling him it. "Well... the Captain told me that he wanted us ready to launch by the time he got back. And... um..." The doctor wasn't quite sure how to explain himself from there. "I'm... not entirely clear on exactly one goes about that..."

With a grin, Bridgette brushes past Orson, heading for the boat, "We better get to work then! Captain could be back any minute! We've gotta get the deck swabbed, rooms cleaned, sails prepped and anchor weighed."

"Um..." Orson said, following behind the woman who seemed like she knew what she was doing. "Right then. Let's do that stuff..."

gnopped followed bridgette'' I can ready the sails, or clean the rooms or anything else you wanted done;;

"You work on the rooms, we've got a few guys already working the sails and I will be joining them shortly. Orson, Sir, there's a couple guys that know how to weigh the anchor already on bored. I don't see them on the deck, however. They may be in one of the rooms..." She trails off, not daring to give an order to a superior. Rather, she just offers the thought to him, to see if he'll pick up on it. She grins as she hops up onto the deck and moves to an unattended sail rope and begins tugging on it.

Serene looked back to him, slowing down some. "Sir?"

"Right. I'll go find them." Orson said, happy to finally have something (Marginally important) to do. Climbing on board, he slipped into the crew's quarters to find the missing crewmen.

Val moved up to walk beside Serene. "We are walking in the same direction now, we can walk together to the ship and discuss any idea you may have for the ship' training regimen, and other ideas." he said, shifting his bag on his back. "And I can tell you some of what is going to happen as well"

Bridgette, once satisfied with the positioning of the sails, heads off to find something else to get done before the Captain arrives. She knows if she's just standing around, somebody will be yelling, and it likely wouldn't be her.

Val glances over at Serene after walking in silence for a minute, "A question for you Chief" he starts "Where did you learn your fighting style..and is it possible to adapt it for use with some of our sailors?" He asks, swinging the bag down off of his shoulder and switching it to the other side.

gnopped was busy cleaning the last room, after a few seconds he was done he sprinted out'' Can I help someone'' he was bursting of energy