Marina cast her eyes sideways to the man, taking the liquor with her unaffiliated hand with a faint smile and a respectful nod. Raising the wooden container to her thin lips she took a sip, letting the dark amber substance quench her rising thirst. The young navigator turned, half empty glass in hand as she listened to Hiro’s words. There was a sort of calmness in his tone, his voice captivating and soft to her ears, though if her ears weren’t betraying her there seemed to be something behind it she couldn’t quite place. It was probably just exhaustion, after all it had to have been a trying day for the captain.
The man took a deep breath, visibly relaxing as if a huge burden had been lifted off his chest, only to speak once more. The girl blinked, a wave of something familiar and dangerous yet alluring and hypnotic passing over her. In an instant it was over and she mentally shook the oddity from her, hoping Hiro had not seen it. 
When she regained her senses she caught him agreeing to her offer, a faint smile appearing on her lips. “Aye and let the sea be merciful on our voyage.” She chimes in, joining him in a toast. With a powerful look in her eye she tilted back her cup, downing the fiery gold in a long swig. 
“So then, back to the matter of plotting our course? I believe we still have to figure our way to our previous destination. Right Captain?” she asks plainly, motioning to the charts with a renewed look of courage and strength in her face and movements.