"Gangway!"
"Hoist the mainsail!"
"Mizzenmast!"
"Anchors away!"
"Aye, Captain!"
Isabeau smiled, a hard, thin smile, and took the wheel. "Hard to port," she called, and the order was passed through the ship with a few quick shouts. The Poison Storm pulled away from Ainu and into open water, her captain standing resolute at the helm.
At least until the first crises hit. Two newbies they'd picked up in port were squabbling on the deck. Isabeau sighed, snapping her fingers at her acting first mate, a massive man covered in ink who went simply by "Crag". He nodded and stepped forward to take the helm while she went to deal with the argument.
"What's the problem here?" she asked, not even bothering with the steps that led down to the main deck and instead simply swinging herself over the rail, landing briefly in a crouch before she straightened up, folding her arms and glaring.
They two new sailors- young men perhaps a few years older than her- seemed to be clashing over some sort of bet that they'd made. Some idiotic drinking contest that had left them both staggering back to the ship in the wee hours of the morning. Fed up, Isabeau ordered one t swab the deck and the other to work on cleaning barnacles off the side of the ship.
That dealt with, she'd barely turned when another of her crew, a tall lanky midshipman most of them called "Tiny", needed her attention. Something about the supplies, the cabin boy they'd had in charge of counting had jumped ship at port, so they weren't sure how long their rations would last.
Isabeau groaned. This really wasn't captain's work, but everyone else had a job to do getting the ship through the choppier waters close to port. Dismissing Tiny, she made her way down into the storeroom.
"Gods damned tourist," she muttered to herself, weaving her way through the barrels and crates. "Not a fucking cruise boat, we don't give free rides-" Her voice choked off and her eyes went wide as she peered around behind some barrels of salted pork.
Then she frowned. "Oi! What the hell do you think you're doing here, lad?"