Victor's eyes darkened and he glared hard at Twila. This was his ship and he may have assigned her to chart the course, but there was no way she would be talking to him like that. "In case ya didn't notice, the storm," he snapped and gestured wide with his hands, "is pretty large. We're only a few degrees off from the proper direction." He looked at the charter that Vivien had been using and shook his head she, or someone else, had altered it. His glared hardened and he gently pointed her in the right direction, showing with his finger their true course. "Hold 'er steady," He instructed their pilot, trusting her to know how to face the ship in a storm, and then pointed to Twila. "Stay with her. This storm is gonna be a rough and long one." In a low voice he added, "Don' you talk to me like that again on my ship or I'll toss you overboard myself."
Pulling Luci and Neimh aside he instructed the latter, "We need all," he considered what he was intending to say and altered, "... experienced and heavy hands on deck." Anyone who might be knocked over in the storm and wouldn't be of some use was to stay below. "The sails need to be let down before they're ripped to shreds." God, he was hungry but that would have to wait.
Luci's instruction was simple; the charter was handed over, "Find out who messed with this." Because if they'd followed that path...? He didn't want to think about that.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Haytham was informing all of the men in the kitchen that the extra fish that had been cooked was all gone.
He was grateful, though, when the cook staggered in and found something else to cook because he was absolutely famished. After throwing everything up in his stomach the night before, he hadn't been able to eat anything for the rest of the night. Someone else wondered in and the small kitchen was beginning to feel smaller but Haytham smiled at the newcomer, Al... something, and returned her greeting with a polite, "Hello."
How had he allowed so many young people to come on this journey?
The scientist went ahead and got the cook his drink before the doctor had a chance because, well, he needed food. Once Duncan was properly served a drink Haytham snuck out of the kitchen. Too many people in one place, he needed to breathe. The moment he stepped out, though, another large wave hit the ship and it rocked to the side. He lost his footing and flew into the opposite wall (not that it was a far distance to go), hitting his left side and his head. "Ow." He muttered, deciding if losing his dignity would be worth it to crawl back to his cabin instead of attempting to walk.
Pulling Luci and Neimh aside he instructed the latter, "We need all," he considered what he was intending to say and altered, "... experienced and heavy hands on deck." Anyone who might be knocked over in the storm and wouldn't be of some use was to stay below. "The sails need to be let down before they're ripped to shreds." God, he was hungry but that would have to wait.
Luci's instruction was simple; the charter was handed over, "Find out who messed with this." Because if they'd followed that path...? He didn't want to think about that.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Haytham was informing all of the men in the kitchen that the extra fish that had been cooked was all gone.
He was grateful, though, when the cook staggered in and found something else to cook because he was absolutely famished. After throwing everything up in his stomach the night before, he hadn't been able to eat anything for the rest of the night. Someone else wondered in and the small kitchen was beginning to feel smaller but Haytham smiled at the newcomer, Al... something, and returned her greeting with a polite, "Hello."
How had he allowed so many young people to come on this journey?
The scientist went ahead and got the cook his drink before the doctor had a chance because, well, he needed food. Once Duncan was properly served a drink Haytham snuck out of the kitchen. Too many people in one place, he needed to breathe. The moment he stepped out, though, another large wave hit the ship and it rocked to the side. He lost his footing and flew into the opposite wall (not that it was a far distance to go), hitting his left side and his head. "Ow." He muttered, deciding if losing his dignity would be worth it to crawl back to his cabin instead of attempting to walk.