Hunter's face was pale, hands still glued to the wheel. The wood was actually cracked from the strength of his grip. Although he had done his best, the overwhelming bad luck they received had turned what used to be a top of the line marine ship into a hunk of junk he wouldn't dare set foot on lest it crumble afore his weight.

Upon hearing his captain's jape, he released his handsword from the wheel. Blood dripped from his hands as he walked down the stairs. Although the ship was trashed, the island held the answers to . As long as he could remember, he could read the flow of the world. It was what made him an excellent navigator. And that flow was telling him that all they needed was on Shipwreck Isle. 

"Well, things could be worse cap'n." Hunter said, tearing off a part of a ruined sail and using it to wrap his wounds, "Considering we ain't sinking, and the ship ain't falling ta bits. I suggest we start looking for some wood to repair the ship. A fair wind is finally blowing, and we should not let it turn sour upon us."