James was almost calmed by the sudden jolt as the engines kicked to life and gave their own affirmative roar of being in working order, it reminded him a time most simple when compared to this, a time which he would be dear to return to but knew was impossible. Sighing once again, he paced about the main deck of the ship in a rather uniform manner. It was in his mind that a gunnery officer was also a man which should do his part in order to ensure that the safety of the ship was assured. 

Placing a hand on the pommel of his sabre, James watched as the ever shrinking image of the Bazaar shrunk out of sight and into the depths of the all consuming mists which shrouded much of the zees. "All is lost, yet most do not turn to savagery. Remarkable" he mused thinking to his times within the somewhat higher class societies of London, most pleasant times those... With a swift motion, James realigned himself to be on course with his earlier pacing about the place though now it was set to end at the gunnery position, his position.

It still came as something of a shock to the aged zailor, and sailor, that people would even wish to venture out from the relative pleasantry of London and what remained of it's surface lands. James considered many of those people outside of the city to be barbarians and savages which lacked knowledge and decency amongst themselves. Setting his gloved hands on the side railing near the gun position, James observed the swirl of water just beyond the confines of the ship as they sailed off northwards to the Tomb Colonies.