A heavy groan came from the heap of dark clothing as Brash nudged it with her boot. As she expected the resident swordsman was on the floor of his cabin rather than in his bed. By the looks of it he may have actually made it to bed... but didn't stay in it during the night. Her nose gave a slight wrinkle to the smell of alcohol and smoke that clung to him. "Get up; it's almost time for breakfast."
"I'm not hungry... I just want a smoke...” The mass of clothing mumbled before a hand snuck out from under his cloak to feel around Brash's boot and behind her heel where his box of cigarettes was. His fingers shook a bit as he tried to grasp the metal box but Brash pushed it out of the way with her foot and the man only grabbed her boot. Arms folded across the captain's chest as she glared down at him. "Don't look at me like that." He muttered - he knew what she was doing and he didn't even have to see her.
"You don't get another smoke until you've eaten something." She stated, reaching down to pick up the metal box and tuck it into the inside pocket of her vest, patting it to see that it was secure. Reaching down she grabbed at the man's shoulders and rolled him over. The swordsman flashed a slight grin and Brash simply rolled her eyes. "Where were you all night? You're lucky Gentry didn't leave you behind." The swordsman only grumbled and rolled his eyes in response before reaching to dig through his cloak and deposited a roll of paper money in the captain's hand. "What's this?"
"My rent. My support? Whatever." He grunted and it was made clear that Brash was not to ask or mention it beyond this point. "I did pretty well at that card game last night." He stated, finally sitting up and then standing with Brash's help. With the captain whining again about how he smelled the swordsman grunted and agreed to bathe before joining the rest of the crew for their meal. Brash left the man to it and went on to collect their lookout.