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Hearing the bootsteps of her master-at-arms behind her, Katherine assembled her face into something less pathetic and more captain-like. "We've enough crew to man the ship adequately, the rest were just drunken layabouts we're better off without if they can't even hear the cast off call." Katherine sneered. Her mood had not improved.

She shrugged lazily in response to the other question, not bothering to answer until Jonathan repeated it a few moments later. "We're not hunting anything, ghoulish or otherwise. It was just an excuse to get out of that godforsaken scrapheap of a port." The captain missed being able to stop in more legitimate ports without a great deal of covert operations and heavy disguise. Outlaw towns were a grand idea and all, but it was really a matter of quality.

Shivering in the chill wind that had suddenly sprung up, Katherine thought better of her comment. "Tell the crew to keep an eye out for ships, just the same. The boy may be a brainless waste of space but he did see something out there, if it's a lost merchant we'll have our prey practically on a platter in this fog."

Katherine shifted uncomfortably, she'd been in the same clothes for nearly three days running now, and while this would normally be barely worthy of notice to her, they seemed to be getting tighter with wear. Perhaps the odd weather Jonathan had pointed out was affecting the fabric. Especially about her middle.

Thinking fondly of her cabin and the deep chests stuffed full of no doubt more comfortable attire, Katherine only gave the man a curt glare before turning back to observe the fog. "Experienced sailors are used to all kinds of weather phenomena at sea. I myself once saw a great storm that would have surely sunk our flimsy craft simply halt and turn back the way it came, as if pushed by some heavenly hand." Katherine could not remember if this event had actually happened to her, but it was the spirit of the thing that mattered.

"All manner of things occur at sea that are inexplicable on land, Mr Graves, and this mist is hardly worthy of mention." She put as much scorn and condescension into her voice as she could manage, which was not hard, given her mood. Feeling her coat give another unwelcome pinch, the captain turned on her heel and headed back towards her cabin, calling over her shoulder as she went. "Send for me when you see something, if you see anything."

"As you wish, Ma'am," Jonathan replied with a nod as Katherine turned to leave for her cabin. He didn't want his advice to be ignored, but at the same time he didn't want to rile up his former lover any more. In his experience, however, he knew that the Captain did have a fair share of intelligence that she keeps hidden from the rest of the crew, and perhaps she knows the oddity before them just as he does.
However, Jonathan did have business with Rachel at the moment, though it was something he did not much enjoy. "All cannon shot, powder, and muskets accounted for, Ma'am," the Englishman says, taking out his cargo manifest and offering it to the Master-At-Arms if she wants to take a look for herself. "I also took the liberty of seperating the powder kegs into each corner of the hold. If one explodes in battle, the rest are safe, as will be the ship as a whole."

Jonathan nods as he takes back the cargo manifest. "Yes, Ma'am," the Englishman answers the woman. Even though he technically was the same rank as Rachel, he still considered her to be a superior as she had more experience on the ship than him. He'd rather show respect to those who unnerve him than indignity. As she left, Jonathan ordered a crewmate with a musket to climb the ropes up to the crow's nest to scout around, and provide covering fire if any action starts.

Alexandra Hunter yawns boredly as she is under the deck, leaning against the wall. She have been steering clear of the officers because she doesn't exactly feel like getting ordered around but she knows that she will have to face the music some day. She stares at her bare feet wonderingly, she bought the boots that day she met Jonathan's fiancee but it mysteriously disappeared the very day. Her pert nose crinkles up as she sighs in annoyance, she gets up and slowly walks up to the first deck knowing that she is going to get punished for hiding out.

Alexandra squints her eyes automatically to make herself look like she just woke up and she looks around at the ship, seeing some people she recognized and some that she haven't met before. Jonathan's voice floats over to her and she stiffens up, she frowns to herself because she have been avoiding Jonathan for some time for unknown reasons. She clears her throat as she walks over to him to see if he have any jobs for her to do or if she need to sign up. She stands behind a male dutifully and laces her fingers in front of her waiting for her turn to talk with Jonathan.

Jonathan scans his logbook for a moment and finds Shun's name. "Ah. Joined not too long ago, I see," he comments. His eyes rise up from the book to Shun as his voice continues, "Are you handy with a musket? If not, you will still be needed in the crow's nest as a lookout for any ships in this fog."

Jonathan's attention is turned to Alexandra, standing right behind him. His eyebrows raise in amusement as he asks, "What happened to your boots?"

Nodding slightly at the second thing Jonathan had said, Shun headed off towards the mast silently. Under other circumstances, he might not have really gone up to the man to ask for orders, or really follow them much, but he had a feeling it would benefit his own welfare here.

As swiftly as he could, he scaled up to the crows nest and began to scout out through the dense fog. He could normally see decently well in the darkness, but fog was a different matter. The man would need to strain his eyes more to be able to pick out anything in the distance.

And as it stood, there was nothing around that deemed to be dangerous or anything worth noting.