Chester came back, bottle in hand. Looking at Lina. "You want some?" He asked, before turning his attention to what she said. "Oh. So, you and, I assume your brother, kidnapped me while I was sleeping onto a boat, that you don't know how to sail?" The rhetorical question was sarcastic as ever. Chester shrugged. "Have you met me? What makes you think I can navigate one of these things? I washed up on your shores!" He exclaimed.

Then he laughed. "Jokes on you. I know a thing or two about navigating." He said, flipping up a compass from his pocket. "... Not that it helps when the compass is broken." The needle missing.

Chester sat down next to the railing, leaning against it. "So, I guess we're back to drifting, then.."