Solomon couldn't help but push a smile, a heart warming good bye that seemed to mean something, it looked like the captain did have a little bit of spot, but the rest of him seemed hardened, by what Solomon couldn't say as he didn't know. When the captain spoke, Solomon listened, twenty minutes before sail, it seemed the captain didn't want to stop. When announced where he'd be sleeping, he frowned, it was either he was accustomed to waking up in so many different beds that he forgot what it was like to sleep rough, only difference was is there would be more bodies. The big tall man that seemed to be at the captains command showed them to their rooms, however one of them were missing, this made Solomon assume. When shown the place, it seemed to be a small relief, the fact it wasn't as rough as he thought it would be. The red haired boy went for the hammock in the darkest corner, this made Solomon's last breath come out heavy in irritation. However he tried to cover it up by slapping his hand onto his chest and rubbing a little before placing it down.

[b]"So you like the kitchen?"[/b] He said jokingly, with a little sting placed into it. [b]"So you'd like to gut the fish no?"[/b] Solomon chuckled, it amusing to him but may have not been to others, he picked the hammock opposite Arren, The ship sang it's overplayed, old, weary song as his boots hit it gently. He sat on his hammock, letting people know it was his. Curiosity was slowly taking over him as he wondered where the other one was, theo ther crew member, and what he was up to. It wasn't just the fact that he was not with the group, but the fact he was just business, short and seemed to only respect the captain, he seemed experienced and that made Solomon's eyes narrow as he overestimated the man while flexing his fingers.