Isabeau nodded and said rather graciously, "Of course." A sharp whistle called two of the men, Neil and Floren, juniors of the crew, working on the deck of the Storm to her and she nodded to the carriage back on the docks. "The gunsmith needs the chests that're in there, fetch 'em up, lads."
"Aye, Cap'n." They set off.
She tossed a slightly crooked smile in Fletcher's direction. "For the record, those two are probably the easiest to deal with of my lot. You need something and I'm not around, ask one of them, or tell them to fetch me. The blond's called Neil, the gangly on is Floren." Folding her arms, she looked around the deck and said after a moment, "I suppose you'll be wanting a bit of a tour then? Learn where everything is?"