Salafield had taken to the new role easily enough, learning everything he needed to know within the first week. He was hardly skillful with a parasail, however. His aim was okay but he couldn't land properly to save his life, and had nearly lost it several times already, much to Rook's disappointment. He was much better with the guns, though his sword was still his best weapon. The hunter hoped to prove that to these men soon enough. It was unlikely they had ever witnessed the ferocity necessary for taking down beasts. Henry could easily be found just about anywhere sleeping, either perched somewhere cozy or literally hanging in a harness. He had taken a liking to the larger ship and crew. They provided him ample free time and space, perfect for sleeping. Salafield roused the cat whenever possible, just to annoy him, which surprised some other members of the crew. He showed virtually no respect for the cat, something typically frowned upon, though Henry never seemed legitimately offended. Having taken a break from their training on the guns, Salafield sat precariously perched just atop the bow, practically hanging over open air, sharpening and polishing his curved sword. This was his favorite spot, but it made everyone else uncomfortable and Rook furious. The hunter was unaccustomed to wearing a harness of any sort, having never done it before on his own ship, and thus forgot it pretty much every time. And he wasn't wearing it currently. When Mad called out to him he looked up and waved the man over. "Yo, Cap, what'cha need?" He said pleasantly, his mood having improved greatly the moment they had set sail.