Zeeman was simply reviewing the contents of the hold. Five tins of meat. A basket of fresh fungus bought on a whim, several barrels of coal. Forty complete packets of ships biscuit, all without a single crack or blemish on them. The captain picked up one pack to marvel at the good state he had kept it in ever since he had purchased it. So pristine and perfect and...

"captain" A voice rang out, *crack* the biscuit went. Broken by startled hands. The captain looked at the ruined piece of baked goods in his hand. He vaguely heard something about engines being ready by the same voice that had snuck up on him. "Err... yes, start the engines my man... We sail to Venderbight. Now... If you'll excuse me."

Zeeman calmly stepped away from the engineer. He would have to talk to the fellow about not startling him like that in the future. the rest of the ship seemed to be in order as well. There was that interesting navy officer from earlier, fiddling about with the just barely scrapworthy deck gun. And the good doctor was unpacking his personal effects as well. It seemed the man had become acquantanced with the ship's 'peculiarities'

He strolled over to the ship's rudder. Already, he could hear the rhytmic music of a steamer's engine starting. He unwrapped the packet of biscuits. They were broken, but it wuld be such a shame to simply discard them. As the steamer sailed out of the familiar embrace of wolfstack docks, Zeeman spotted a group of Musicians rehearsing [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m2KbscDqnMo]a spot of music[/url] on the shore. He then looked onwards to the zee. The moment the ship reached open zee, he started steering it northwards without even a hint of doubt. Of course, most people living in london had a vague idea of venderbight's location. North of london. He took a bite from the biscuit, chewing rather heartily on the dry, tasteless food. He had a good feeling about the journey ahead.