"Good. Spar anytime you like so long as there's nothing better to be done. That goes for both of you; it's well that you know how to handle yourselves with a blade, and I can see where you fit best in a fight." Her glance took in both Darrian and Thren with the sweeping statement. "As for anything menial, ask Alerrin, or Reara-" Vi pointed out her bosun, a lovely elven woman about the same age as Viara, with jet-black straight hair that fell past her shoulders, doling out some orders before she began to climb the rigging. "They know what needs to be done day-to-day more than I do. The kitchen is small, and Bob doesn't like too many people in his space."
"You should meet her anyway, Darrian - Reara gets insulted when she doesn't know everyone on the boat, or everything going on." The Captain's tone was amused, and she glanced towards Darrian. "You don't want to insult her, you'll never hear the end of it."