"I'm not charismatic!" He told her, his eyes following her as she walked to the wheel. He honestly believed that he was the laziest and most uncaring sack of potatoes to ever grace the planet, but it seemed that he was the only one who thought of himself like that. The young man walked up to the wheel and leaned on it, looking over at Molly who was looking at the map. They still had quite a while until they reached the mainland, and he had no idea what they were going to do until then. With a light sigh, he began to think of ideas. "Maybe we should have them men fight while we're on the seas. We wouldn't last in a drunken bar fight, mush less a war between ships. I think we'll need all the practice that we can get."