Sharee turned around and let out a slightly annoyed sigh. The crew had worked surprisingly quickly on getting the wounded off the top deck...if only because their screaming was so annoying. She had stared off across the water long enough and really couldn't put off dealing with all the bodies any longer. The crew was already working on it and would probably end up dumping them all regardless, but she wasn't lazy enough that she was going to stand by and do nothing. Besides, a captain with a reputation for being lazy wouldn't keep a crew for too long. As she passed the Orc, she gave him two pats on the shoulder and looked him in the eye. "Anyway, it's time to deal with all these bodies. If even I can't get out of this, then neither can you. Besides, corpses do not do wonders for a ship's stores of food and clean water, so it's in everyone's best interest that we dump them as soon as possible."

The crew had already cleared the top deck of corpses, so Sharee proceeded down into the ship. The upper deck was where all the wounded currently were, so she decided it was probably a good idea to get it clear of corpses first. Near the base of the stairs in the hallway leading to the infirmary, she saw the body of one of the guards, a Dunmer man, leaned up against a wall, so she figured that was as good of a place as any to start. She started to go through any pouches or pockets she could find, though there really wasn't much to find. Three coins and a half-eaten leek were not exactly treasures.