[In perfect working condition to come up with brilliant battle tactics and manipulate some shithead who doesn't want to be told what to do into doing what needs to be done. Excellent.]

Well Brighteyes, as y' can see we're under attack an' Marco's off...

[He gestures vaguely towards the efflorescent island and crosses his eyes.]

Got the Strawhats on the run probly drawin' 'em out, since I saw a couple a 'em shootin' over t' the ships thats on their tails, but we got 'nuff still comin' at us. Rose an' Leanne's runnin' recon, hell knows what ol' Shiki's up t', an' Rogue's gonna be out on the Dipper with a journal, case y' need her. I'mma head down an' see 'bout their steerin'. Ikki, Sel, an' Crocker still ain't reported.

[He pauses, seeming to go through things in his head, counting them out on his fingers, then leaps into a backflip, kicking a new cannonball back off the ship and into the bay.]

Think that's everthin', yeah.