A fancy hello

Nastia turns as Meth approaches her spot, where she is awaiting a response from the ship's captain. She smiles at her team captain and curtseys respectfully. "Hello Captain, is there something I can do for you today?"

Meth

"To the best of my knowledge, we don't have any sailing experience. However, after these past few days that still isn't saying much, is it?"

Meth muttered the last part under her breath.

"But we can still lend an extra pair of hands, if nothing else. Find the first mate and help him in any way you can. I'll stick with the captain. Have the Swords help you as well. We aren't sailors but we can follow direction. At this point, it's probably best to keep our mouths shut and do as we are told. And help me keep an eye on the others! I'm really not in the mood to play life guard..."

Meth turned to find the ship's captain. Finding him shouting at one of the crew, Meth came up beside him.

"What else can we do to help? This isn't exactly our area of expertise, but we can follow orders."

At sea while at sea

Peregrine walks over to Meth. "Well, Captain what would you like to do? They say it's more weather, I'm not sure we can be of help here. Should we just go below, or do you think that there is something we can do?"

To swim or not to swim

When the ship finally stopped rocking and swaying Rhengon took a look over the railing to judge the seas and the distance to the nearest land. "do able, but I don't think the rest of them will make it" talking to himself. Saying out loud so those close by can hear "Ehh need more of a challenge, is this all you got!". Rhengon proceeds below deck contemplating that casket of beer he had seen. Thinking to himself "if I were to swim while lugging that casket to the nearest piece of land, now that would be challenge!" "Lets's go get a drink"grabbing the nearest person and heading twords said casket.

Flying Swords: The Eye of the Storm

Whether you would call it a hurricane or a tropical storm the wind and rain of the storm were unrelenting for hours. Anything not secured was gone. Now though the sea had quieted. The Captain was still barking orders and the looks of the crew said that worse was yet to come.

Peregrine (at last)

"So I'm supposed to wrap this rope to the left?" Pergrine asks the sailor as he tries to learn the intricate knot. The sailor muffles some laughter as he adjusts Peregrines movements. Suddenly Meth's voice can be heard over the increasing sound of wind and sea. Peregrine looks over at the sailor and raises his eyebrows. "My Captains dulcet voice" he says as he heaves himself to his feet and heads of purposely to Meth's location waving at the sailor as he went.