Alexander Van Williams, first rate First mate aboard the [i]Aleph Null[/i], stood topside to the elements. The wind was cutting, and at any moment a severely strong gust threatened to blow a man overboard, but that was the job when you were 13,000 feet into the blue. In addition to his vibrant vest, armory of firearms, and sabre on his hip, Alex had donned a pair of thick leather gloves, and glass goggles. 

Williams strode along the deck, really just supervising, but it was important to show face prior to action. He stopped at random sailors and made small talk. He laughed at whatever joke they said, clapped their backs. Promised them that this boarding action would be easy, a milk run.

Alexander was listening to a man drone on about how they were too high for the ship to maintain this speed for much longer. He was an apprentice in those affairs, but he was adamant that the ship would need to descend at some point to cool the engines. This is where the runner found him. 

"First Mate Williams!" The man yelled over the wind. "Captain Grady requests your presence in the navigation room five minutes ago!" Alex nodded, and headed below deck, pulling his gloves of and tucking them into his belt while pushing his goggles up. Alex stopped at the store room, and pulled out a bottle of rum that was already opened. He took a swig, and put the bottle back, before heading to the navigation room. 

Alex entered the navigation room a scant 30 seconds prior to Grady entering. He stepped to the side and watched him walk across the room. Alex followed him across the room, and leaned close, talking very quietly as Grady asked for a report. "[color=00a651]Captain, it's my duty to inform you that one of the deck hands has noticed we're running too high in the chop for the engines to cool. I don't know much about the engine, but I figured I must let you know.[/color]" Once he was done, Alex took a step back, and turned to listen to the report.