Hana finished adjusting her shirtsleeves, pulling them into order. After her gaff earlier, she wanted to look more presentable than usual. And that meant it was time to shave. Her nappy hair had already started to grow back, and she wanted to keep the smooth head of a hedge mage. She wasn't entitled to any of the jewelry a school mage could wear, but at the very least she could tell the world that she was a practitioner of finer arts. Well, not as much a practitioner as the crew thought she was. She could make plenty of small magics appear effortless, but she still worried about what would happen if she was pushed to truly change the weather. Either the spell would fail, and nothing would happen, or it'd fail and they wouldn't be alive to see what happened next. Still, she thought, as she lifted the bronze washbowl into her hands, it was possible that she'd pull it off. The very hubris of that sent her down another rabbit hole of worries, which she firmly chose to ignore. The early evening was bright after her time in the cabin, and the ruddy light of the sun on her face brought her back into the moment, the concerns she'd agonized over by herself seeming to ease away. She was on a pirate ship, sure, but they certainly weren't villains. The breeze that had been blowing earlier had entered a lull, and she could hear everything with perfect clarity on the ship. Pieter and Berlin talking in low, deep rumbles near the front of the ship. The creaking of the ropes. The shattering of wood as Wheel flung his.. Shoe? At Rio as he sat in the Nest. The boy had transformed and escaped with ease, but the thought of the boot connecting with it's target sent shivers down her spine. Splinters of wood rocked down from the rigging, and a few slivers of timber landed on her shoulders. Looking to the Captain to see what would happen, Hana was shocked when Berlin just drank from his mug and turned back to his first mate. Crew members flinging footwear at one another at lethal speeds was not something to worry about, apparently. Her arms were starting to ache, and Hana remembered what she had come on deck to do. Hurrying to set the basin next to the barrels of fresh water, Hana took the ladle and scooped the water into the bowl. The water was cool, and she paused to take a sip. Rum was nice, but Hana wasn't ready to give up on clean water completely. She was a land lubber at heart, she guessed. --- Wheel shook out his arm after the throw. He'd have to go up later to make sure no permanent damage had been done to the Nest, but he felt good about his throw. The boot was tangled up in some ropes, meaning he wouldn't have to take shoes off of somebody. That was nice, he liked these boots. Uban came up to him, sighing and giving him a look, saying, "You know that only makes it worse....he’s looking to get a reaction out of you. It’s why you’re always his target—you always rise to the occasion. Trust me, I had brothers.” Wheel nodded absentmindedly, letting the words wash over him without giving it much thought. "Ayyup. Well, he'll stop the first time I actually hit him. That's how I learned when I was his age." Uban whistled, and Wheel watched the hawk turn on his wing and come soaring down, settling with a flap of wing and arm, until the boy was squatting next to the two men. Wheel rolled himself a cigarette while Uban chewed out Ro, and was fumbling through his pockets for the box of matches when the kid started tugging on his shirt. Cursing, he started to lift his hand to slap the idiot when he started to blather, words tumbling out, “When we stop, can you teach me how to fight with a knife? Keva’tiiiiiiiiii….? Berlin won’t teach me because he thinks I’ll hurt someone with it, y’know, ‘cause I’m kinda wild and stuff. But, but," Wheel raised an eyebrow, amused to hear the brat begging a favor from him. He hadn't thought the boy was smart enough to realize that he should know how to fight like a man, but realized that there was probably more going on behind those devilish eyes than he thought. "C’mon whaddya say? Keva’ti?” Wheel laughed, lighting his cigarette and carefully watching the boys reaction to being laughed at in his face. "Sure, kid. But you've got no fucking muscle." Wheel wrapped one of his hands completely around the boys forearm, "Sure you can become a fucking dragon, but you're still weak as shit. You'd probably drop a knife on your foot the first time I gave you one." Wheel spoke with bored venom- he wanted to know if the boy had enough resolve to stick through it, and still half thought the kid was trying to pull something. Turning his back on Rohaan, he walked to one of the coils of rope Uban had just finished tending to. There was a heavy wooden belaying pin being kept on top of the rope- in a navy ship they never would have left it out like that, but there wasn't much of a chance of mutiny aboard the [i]Borealis.[/i] Picking up the pin, he tossed it to the boy, "Go fly around, but carry this with you. If you can come back without dropping it, I'll start teaching you how to fight like a man. Go, I need to take a piss and you're annoying me." Wheel pulled on his cigarette, blew out and walked away, leaving the shifter and the sailor standing together. --- Hana nodded to Wheel as he walked down belowdecks, choosing not to comment on the fact he only wore one boot. Looking back, she saw Uban and Rio, and called out, "Uban! Could I ask you to do me a favor?"