The following morning Coralie D'Ambois cracked an eye open. She pushed herself up from where she seemed to have decided to go to sleep, using some other pirate's back as a pillow. He was either drunk or dead, but she didn't try to check. Her head swam, the morning sunlight burned her eyes and she felt ever-so-slightly like she was going to be sick... and she didn't quite remember what she'd done. There had been a lot of drinking. She'd definitely kissed... someone. She couldn't remember who. Or if they'd been a man or a woman. She glanced around at the other comatose forms in the courtyard outside the palace. Probably a man, she decided, and probably someone she didn't want to remember.
She groaned as she staggered to her feet, feeling for her coin purse. That was there at least... and seemed fuller than yesterday. Had she robbed someone? Or sold something? Had she stolen something and sold it to someone else? She didn't remember. And decided she probably didn't want to know the answer to that either. The important thing was she had enough coin for a hair-of-the-dog remedy, in the form of a glass of arak and one of those greasy local meat-filled pastries.
She stepped over a fallen pirate, hurrying quietly in the direction of the ship. Where was Momin? She was sure she remembered him punching someone's teeth out...
... close to an hour later, Coralie found herself back on the deck of the Vengeance still feeling like she'd been strapped to a cart wheel and driven down a street. Though at least now it didn't feel like she'd been driven down a cobbled street... she glanced about the crew. Momin was there, leaning heavily against the mainmast. They looked ready to set sail, "Well, looks like you're ahead of me today!" she called jovially to the crew, pretending that raising her voice didn't feel like a Quinian piper was blasting in her ears, "I guess I shouldn't keep you waiting! Weigh anchor and hoist the sails! We sail to the Main!" There was a cheer that made her wince.
As the crew sprung into action with considerably more vigour than she would have been capable of, Coralie stepped over to Momin, "I'm just going to inspect the stores. Don't want to sail beyond Estornen without a full inventory."
Momin had a slight twinkle in his eye and she suspected she knew exactly why she wanted to 'inspect the stores' but he didn't say anything, just nodded, "Of course Captain. I'll take command as we put to sea."
So, on slightly wobbly legs, Coralie climbed down into the hull. It was full. Well supplied. She gave a slight groan, flopping back into a pile of sailcloth, closing her eyes and enjoying the gentle list of the ship.