"The nearest port, so we can sort this mess out." Octavius replied when asked where they were going. He didn't much care where they wound up, only that they got somewhere that they could fix up all the damage they'd taken. Then Cyrus started asking questions. "She's not actually vice captain. I appointed her first mate, to keep her happy. Technically, this is supposed to be her ship..." he offered. His gunnery captain didn't look impressed. "And she's definitely not older than you." he added with a chuckle. "Plus she can manipulate the ocean itself." that bit of information seemed to intrigue the man they'd saved, and the next bit seemed to quiet his misgivings. "She also is the only reason I'm not still rotting in prison." the captain didn't sound super pleased about the fact that a woman had saved him, but Cyrus certainly respected her efforts.

"If'n she's a'useful as ya say, I guess Ah go wit'it den..." the older man agreed, before disappearing below decks. He was off to examine their armaments while his saviours figured out what they were doing. His acceptance of their strangest crew member was surprising, but not terribly so. Cyrus had never been a terribly prejudiced man, so long as he had gunpowder and lead to play with. So while he did that, Captain Cuttlam tried to whip the ship into some kind of shape, directing what few crew members they had left into getting the ravaged vessel back to port. Hopefully the nearest port would be somewhere they wouldn't have to worry about the authorities cracking down on them. Unfortunately, such things weren't up to him, they were up to whatever sea-faring god had decided to unleash the Shotgun Preacher upon the land once more...