To take his mind off of the ocean Desmond studied his surroundings. All around him the passengers from his rowboat and the one commandeered by the Captain milled about. The tall Elezen looked contemplatively away, standing as straight as the mast at his back. Two of the Miqo'te were acquainting themselves a ways off. The pretty blonde Hyur that had flustered Desmond ashore wore an expression of bemused satisfaction, it almost made it seem like this was her ship.
Agile was conversing with a few sailors as Salaah was busy darting around, this way and that, doing things Desmond assumed sailors did. The Captain himself, looking no less jovial than when his life had was threatened ashore was standing tall, feet planted wide in dramatic fashion, calling out orders.Â
'Quite a motley crew we are', thought Desmond, as a hint of a smile perked at the left corner of this mouth. He looked around for a place to stash his pack before taking a stroll around the ship, anything to keep his mind occupied and away from thoughts of sea serpents and endless cold depths.
As he neared the railing, he heard cries over the water. Desmond cocked his head and peered over the side. There was a third rowboat now bobbing in the water beside the Phoenix Flame. In it there was one sweaty man at the oars, looking annoyed and a fair-haired Miqo'te female, clutching a rectangular case to her chest and waving frantically.Â
 "Captain, Captain!" she shouted.  "Do you have room for one more? I can pay and I'll sing and play as well if need be!"
She caught his eye, her expression asking for a reply. Desmond put a hand to his chest and shook his head, indicating he was not the right person for her request.
He withdrew from the railing and quickly strode towards the Captain, who had apparently just said something amusing as everyone around him burst into laughter.
"Captain," he began, "there is one more requesting passage. It's urgent."
Agile was conversing with a few sailors as Salaah was busy darting around, this way and that, doing things Desmond assumed sailors did. The Captain himself, looking no less jovial than when his life had was threatened ashore was standing tall, feet planted wide in dramatic fashion, calling out orders.Â
'Quite a motley crew we are', thought Desmond, as a hint of a smile perked at the left corner of this mouth. He looked around for a place to stash his pack before taking a stroll around the ship, anything to keep his mind occupied and away from thoughts of sea serpents and endless cold depths.
As he neared the railing, he heard cries over the water. Desmond cocked his head and peered over the side. There was a third rowboat now bobbing in the water beside the Phoenix Flame. In it there was one sweaty man at the oars, looking annoyed and a fair-haired Miqo'te female, clutching a rectangular case to her chest and waving frantically.Â
 "Captain, Captain!" she shouted.  "Do you have room for one more? I can pay and I'll sing and play as well if need be!"
She caught his eye, her expression asking for a reply. Desmond put a hand to his chest and shook his head, indicating he was not the right person for her request.
He withdrew from the railing and quickly strode towards the Captain, who had apparently just said something amusing as everyone around him burst into laughter.
"Captain," he began, "there is one more requesting passage. It's urgent."
