The conversation with the woman named Hazel Brooks was pleasant and bore the fruit of having someone with medical knowledge on board. With that he needed to make sure the ship was equipped to take advantage of this knowledge. Her listing of ingredients showed a glaring error in their supplies. Of the listed ingredients he believed the only things they carried were lavender and peppermint leaf and those would be found in the gally with the cook rather than the medical supplies.

With a quick turn he called forth two powder monkeys who were working about the main deck with a mop and sander. “Gun! Cannon!” he called out their nicknames as the smaller one was named Gun and the taller one named Cannon. They earned this based on the munition they could carry when they first joined the ship's crew. “You are to see the passengers who are brought to their cabins.” The two jumped as their were given the command and ran past the Captain as he moved to his Quartermaster. 

“Bart.” The Captain said. “It would seem Lady Brooks has medical knowledge. I believe it would be prudent for us to get ahold of a book detailing and listing important medical plants. Do you think you could procure one before we leave tomorrow?” As he asked his question he watched the man smile with glee over the knowledge that the woman knew medicine.

“Seems that one is full of surprises.” Bart said. He quickly seemed to think for a moment and then gave an answer. “Yes, I believe I can. May take the request to the guild and see if they can lend it with the expectation of payment on return and a release of insurance. I shall get to it immediately.” he then rushed to the boats still on their hangers and instructed a crew member to prepare it for cast off. The step in his walk showcased a high moral. Before the nights end most of the crew would likely learn of their fortune. 

Captain Quinton was sure the bar and brothel both would do very well in business. 

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Gun and Cannon helped everyone navigate through the boat to the stern of the ship where the cabins could be found. For Passengers they were given a few ‘options’ by which they were assigned based on their standing. Children and mothers were largely put in one large room with several large beds. Husbands were brought to an adjoined cabin and if there was room single men were added to it as well. After that a slightly smaller cabin was for women and small infants. There were few individual beds, but for many the beds were comfortable enough and few seemed to grumble about the situation.

Gun was very quiet while Cannon spoke to the passengers. “You should try and carve out a spot tonight since there aren’t as many of you. Tomorrow everyone will have arrived. As much as you can you won't always sleep in the same spot depending on when you end up asleep. Of the people listening, one of the small girls standing next to her mother or sister seemed confused by the two boys. 

The two were orphans. Something not uncommon and even less so when it came to their jobs as powder monkeys. Fast and nimble they were able to get to where adults couldn’t while also being quick learners of maritime skills. Gun could tie down a sail almost as fast as anyone and Cannon, who was deaf in one ear, made for a great running of both gunpowder and cannon shells. They were the youngest of the ship's crew, but by no means looked down no as far as sailors skills go. 

When Gun showed the mothers and children to their room he walked in and seemed intent on showing that the beds were well furnished with new straw and kept tight with their sheets. Cannon gave a quick bark for him to get off and a few of the mothers laughed. The two were not a comedy troupe, but they clearly had a showmanship in their relationship. Likely partnered with their formal skills as pickpockets. 

“And here is the women's room. It is the only one that locks from the inside and outside. Cannon was saying this in a real matter of fact way. He was barely old enough to understand this meaning, but was understanding it. Guns on the other hand had little understanding other than ‘women like the door closed.’  Both Cannon and the Captain had little interest in correcting this assessment and so they let it go. 

“We will let you find your space and make it. Should you need anything there will be someone at the end of the hall. Gun jumped up and sort of waved a hand making it known that he was either volunteering or was likely told that would be him for the first night. “Lights are out due to fire concern an hour after set and meals start tomorrow afternoon after we make sail. 

It became clear to a few onlookers that Cannon was clearly trying to mimic the captain as he stood addressing the crowd. He didn’t have the forward lean of curious interest and focus, but he was trying to match the man's presence and other mannerisms. The girl from earlier could be seen laughing a little causing the young boys to excuse themselves. And with the two leaving the ship had done its final chore. Tomorrow she set sail. Tonight she stayed quiet.