Scott shook his head in answer. "I have to remain on deck. Yer berth is gonna be whichever one doesna have a mattress currently on it; ye can stuff one from the straw after this mess is over here. But stop off in the galley and grab some hardtack and jam, and there should be some smoked meat as well handy."

He turned to go, but gave a brief, not-hard pat on Lee's shoulder to make up for the otherwise stricter tone, before heading back up to the quarterdeck himself.