Gar nodded at that, and promptly handed the helm over to Isabeau. He didn't want to show it, but he was tired to all hell. It was already a long day, but then tbe storm hit, and he'd been up ever since without even so much as sitting down to make sure The Storm was as fixed as it could be.
"Aye to that. I always appreciate a good sleep."
He grinned, but his tired eyes betrayed him. He pat Isabeau on the shoulder before heading down below decks. He didn't bunk with the rest of the sailors, not due to any pride or sense of superiority, but rather he was quite literally too large to share the tight bunkspaces with them. So, he had a hammock tied to the supports of the main mast and a sturdy cieling beam, close to the center of the ship. Of course, this also meant he bunked inside the gun deck, but there was something about the clinking of the cannonballs when the boat swayed that he found relaxing.
It also had the benefit of being almost always deserted, at least until the cannons were needed.
He laid in his hammock and almost immediately he wondered how he made it this far without falling asleep on the decks. Stripping out of everything save his underclothes, he dipped his hat low to cover his eyes and fell into a nice, deep snooze.
