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"It will take far more than the weight of you students to make this ship buckle and take on water." Cricket saids tiffly, seeming to notice how some people were reacting to her boat. It was a sturdy boat. Certainly a little bit uncomfortable for those who wanted...certainty, but Cricket wasn't worried about it.

Then again, Cricket was a ghost. She probably wasn't too concerned with the possibility of death. Given..well, yeah. It was obvious.

However, outside of that, Cricket gave her 'First Mate' a glance, though her expression remained very passive and uncaring, before walking to the front of the ship to glance out at all the salt water. No leeches for salt water.

Charlie had not really meant to be on time but it just so happened the little fallen angel was on time. He had -sorta- packed his stuff in a dirty looking duffle bag that looked as if it had seen better days. The fact the duffle bag smelt of soy sauce for some reason wasn't helping the demons case.

Probably would be hard to believe for most beings but Charlie had a knack for cleaning. Just not when it came to his own stuff most of the cases.

So the pink haired demon stood there looking quite amused for what ever reason that he was on a boat. Though if anyone could take a further gander at the thought process of the demon they'd see he was slightly disappointed there were no pirates. But only slightly. Moving on any ways.

Two faces Charlie knew just so happened to be on the boat. Lizzy and Alessa, oh dear this was going to be fun now wasn't it. Charlie made his way toward Lizzy keeping a dopey half amused, secretly displeased at the lack of pirates, smile on his mug. Still the fallen angel said nothing. Just looked amused for what ever reason.

The sound of another students foot steps boarding the boat was enough to have Charlie pause, if for only a moment, and glance over his shoulder. A face he did not recall ever having the pleasure, and in most students cases their misfortune, of running into. The demon gave her a goofy smile and a wave to the mysterious new comer.

"Sorry to disappoint but I dont think their are any pirates on this ship," The goofy smile in moments had transformed into a pouty frown. It was true. Charlie had still not seen any pirates and he was starting to get a little antsy from this lack of walking the plank and booty and what ever else it was that pirates tended to do.

"Was really hoping for some booty," The statement had not been directed to anyone or anything but him self. Still Charlie had pretty much said it loud enough for anyone to have heard. He kicked his feet some and slouched his shoulders in disappointment.

Draven was excited. Sure, the last field trip had been…less than desirable, but he had still found (parts of) it fun. And this time-there were boats. He’d never been on a boat. Someone had once told him that being on a boat was like flying, what with all that wind flying around you. Anything that was like flying had to be good.

After the announcement the day before, he’d contemplated the trip. What to pack, what to wear, and where they might be going. They could be going anywhere. The sea was big, right? Anywhere was definitely a possibility. He’d packed a small bag, and gone to sleep early. He wanted to be thoroughly rested for the trip. The morning of the trip, he’d woke up early and made sure he had all his things ready to go. He fed his minipets and made sure they would be comfortable, straightened up his dorm room (no one likes coming home to a mess), and had eaten a good breakfast (he thoroughly hoped the food on this trip would be edible).

The walk to the dock had only increased his excitement. When he reached the dock, he decided that his excitement was completely founded. The boats were all vastly different, and yet, all were amazing. Quickly he found which boat he was supposed to be on. Boat 5, Hexapoda Insecta, did not disappoint. There was a strange bug theme…but looking beyond that it was all rotted and old. Like a haunted pirate ship. That meant it had to be great, right?

Grinning, the demon marched straight onto the boat. The first thing he noticed was that the boat moved slightly beneath his feet. That was an odd feeling, but not uncomfortable. A bit fun, really. Then he noticed the sea breeze, it somehow felt differently on the boat (novelty, really). It was refreshing, and the smells on the air were pleasing.

There were several other students already on board, chatting. He didn’t know anyone, but figured that would change during the trip. For his part, Draven stood there, taking the sights, smells and sensations of the boat. This was going to be an adventure (he hoped). He was also grinning like a fool.

Calder stood away from the group, moving to walk about the deck. It was a large ship though he had to be mindful of a few weak spots in the wood and some clear holes, but big enough that he didn't need to be right up against everyone else. They seemed to be having fun anyways. His hooves tried to grip the planks as best he could and he walked, hair whipping up but tied up in a ribbon to keep it together, and out at the large sea. He had spent weeks without a swim and to be surrounded by so much blue made him want to just jump overboard and take a few laps. Usually his kind wasn't for salt water, but he had ridden a boat a few times before. Nothing as large as this. There had been a few clan meetings he had went to where, as a child who couldn't power through strong currents yet, he and his parents would take small fishing boats or a ferry over to the meeting places, across a large lake. The ocean was new. It was a endless territory of water and he went over to the side of the ship, looked out, and breathed deep. His legs went a little weak. It was nice. The scent of damp, wet, and a tingle of salt that brushed up his nose.

His eyes almost went dream for a moment as he took a moment to look out at the wide wonder that was out before then. He wished he had someone he knew that he could enjoy the trip with. Opening his phone, he checked Sin's message again. He'd be fine. Just fine.

Charlie grinned at the new comer student with the blue feathers and gave her a thumbs up. "Eye eye matey!" Yes he was unaware that it wasn't eye eye but aye aye but it wouldnt make any difference to the demon even if some one explained the wrongness of his statement.

"I think I can cut some fabric from some of my shirts and make a wicked bandana. We'll be fashionable AND pirates." It made perfect sense right? Pirates were fashionable mythical beings that had some sort of obsession with booty for what ever reason. Yeah it made sense.

Then Lizzies voice cut in and Charlie found him self looking over at the guide. Any normal student would have probably agreed with Lizzy but Charlie was no normal student. Some might even say that he was a little on the special side.

"PFFFFFF That jokers not a pirate. Me and blue bird girl here are pirates. She said she has hats! Thats WAY more pirate then that guy."

Jove's ears perked up at Lizzy, relieved he wasn't the only boating newbie on board. He shared her excitement, and also the trepidation she hadn't voiced.

When the little pup heard his name called by a familiar voice, he whirled around broke from the group to trot over to Alessa. Ren wanted her protected, and Jove was certainly intent on doing so! He actually reached out to take her hand, and pull her the rest of the way towards the cluster of students forming on board. Then he stood silently, and perhaps a little proudly, between the ghoul and Seiji.

As everyone chattered and introduced themselves, Jove looked up at all the other students arriving without a word, just a slight wag of the tail every now and again. The arrival of the... pirate who smelled canine got a little more enthusiastic wave, not because of the getup, but the knowledge that there was another doggy student on board. He also gave the kelpie a curious, ear-perked glance, wondering why he stood apart from the group. Surely it must be lonely out there. The little foxfire's ears drooped slightly at the thought.