Ah, menial labor. Something Malakaus was good at, unfortunately. He didn't like being put to grunt work, but he supposed that after all the fighting, they did need to make sure their ship didn't sink to the bottom of the ocean. The ship itself was in fairly good condition, so there wasn't anything in particular that he needed to fix. He just used his body to haul heavy objects and ropes around. He did take part of the looting, but what he mostly did was collect weaponry; once they hit land he'd sell or melt them down into ingots and see if he couldn't try to get some sort of forge on this boat. They had a small facility with an anvil, a grindstone, and a few other maintenance equipment, but if he was expected to making something from scratch, he'd need a good source of fire to heat the metals. A smelter would be nice, a forge even better.

Malakaus just set down a barrel of potatoes when he heard a disturbance towards the starboard of the ship. Picking up a potato to eat it, he saw that not all the sailors from before was dead. There was a heavily wounded nord with a sword backed into a corner by a bunch of the crew. However, none of the crew were armed, aside from maybe daggers. And this nord looked rather desperate. Malakaus had to act fast; he knew that the nord had no chance to escape, and neither did the nord. He'd likely try to go out fighting, wounding or killing more of the crew. Couldn't have that now. [b]"Oi!"[/b] The nord shot a look at the orc, and got a face full of potato for it. The orc flung the root vegetable into the nord's face hard enough that it splattered all over his head and caused him to stumble. The orc than bull rushed the nord, tackling him off the deck and into the waters. The other crew men gave him cheers, but he quickly silenced it. [b]"He was just one man! A wounded, weaken man! Honestly, having to wait for my intervention... Get back to work!"[/b] The cheers died down and there was some more grumbling. Probably didn't do himself any favors, but he wasn't exactly pleased that seven of their men didn't have the moxie to deal with a wounded guard. He hoped they shaped up into better warriors before long, because if those Imperials catch up to them, they crew won't have the advantage of surprise and fighting just mere sailors.

Malakaus went back to hauling things around, securing them to the deck. He just finished tying down a rope to the bow of the ship when he noticed the Sharee, the captain. [b]"Good to see you captain. I hope the ships to your liking, we worked hard to get it for you."[/b]