Nautilus was of the opinion that his fellow crew was too loud. Between the shooting of guns and barking of dogs it was enough to make him perturbed, however he couldn't hold it against them too much. Nothing could compare to the quiet of the deep. Nautilus didn't move besides to turn around, away from the harbor. The ship was not made for someone of his size and so he never really went anywhere below deck, instead he would wait for everyone else to come up deck. In the mean time Nautilus begin to hum an old tune, his deep voice projecting the song across the deck.