Wheel sucked his teeth, trying to ignore the flare of annoyance. Shrugging as he sauntered away, he called out, "Sometimes, Uban, you remind me that you used to be a farmer." 

After speaking with Pieter, Wheel strode towards the cabins to begin preparing for a training session at the island. Berlin and Pieter would work with pistols to start, while Uban and Hana would collaborate on magic. They'd need that if they were really chasing after Barizians. As for Ro- A splatter of wet spittle struck Wheel on the side of his head, slowly sliding down the face. 

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"FUCKING"
 NOUGH
'ROHAAN!"

Wheel could see where a sparrow turned into a boy clutching at the Nest, faking nonchalance like it'd save him. Wheel's head tore around, looking for something that he could hit the boy with. Not seeing anything suitable, he hopped up on one leg and pulled the boot off his foot with a savage yank. Fixing his gaze on the Nest, Wheel wound up and flung the boot directly at Rohaan.

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Hana flushed at the Captain's remarks, and looked down as he left. Sure, the [i]Borealis[/i] was a pirate ship, but it's not like they'd done anything wrong yet. She studied the dented pewter flask in her hands. Drinking had been a regular part of life at the Schools, but she'd rarely drink by herself. She took another sip, then tucked the flask underneath her pillow. Turning, she set about tidying up her room, humming under her breath.