"Why can't I ever get any sleep on this ship?" Conan groaned again at the new ruckus currently disturbing his precious nap. Shrugging lightly he hoped from the crow nest and landed from it to the deck on his feet. "Did Steadman finally kill someone with those explosions of his? is that why everybody's yelling and keeping me awake?" He let out a yawn and rubbed the rest of the sleep from his eyes before looking to Simona. "Hey Simmy we got any food?" He hadn't taken notice of Gar and the new stowaway's game at all, as he was still barely lucid.