The awkwardness passed, and after quickly ducking into the [i]Borealis[/i] to retrieve some supplies from the pantry, she settled in to cook. Uban prepared the vegetables and Hana went to work. After readying the fire pit they'd made, Hana muttered and flicked her wrist. A crackling fire rewarded her magic, and she let the water start to boil as readied the boar meat. It had all been cooked to keep from spoiling, so Hana marinated strips of the meat in wine and spices. She'd learned how to cook as a hedge mage, first out of necessity, then to try and compete with her traveling partners. Those had been good times, those early evenings with cooking fires and happy inebriation. Some of her traveling partners had been on the road a long time, and they showed her how much a bottle of soldier's wine could do when cooking outdoors. 
Uban sang with a beautiful voice, and Hana listened as she added barley to the boiling water. "When did you start to sing?" She asked.
By the time Pieter and the Captain joined them, the soup was nearly, and they had gone through a bottle and a half of the wine. Half a bottle into the soup, and the rest between Hana and Uban. 
Hana was laughing, listening and swapping stories. The stories she told were from her time on the Continent, including the (only slightly embellished) one with the miller, the miller's wife, and the egg eating horse. 
She quieted as she saw the drawn look on the Captain's face as he sat to join them. 
As they spoke, Hana noticed that Pieter was serene. His posture was relaxed and he smiled pleasantly at her when she looked at him. 

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Hana was confused as she looked between Berlin and Pieter. She was relaxed, and Pieter noticed the open bottle propped up by Hana's feet. He also noticed the empty bottle behind Uban. "Aye, Captain. Looks like we've got ourselves something a bit heartier than rum." Taking the bottle and smelling it, a contended sigh came from the old sailor. "Awh, this is the kinda stuff you find when you're on the other side of the Horn. Cheaper than water, in some ports." He chuckled, "Those were some towns." 

When Rohaan wearily joined them, Pieter moved, letting the boy sit next to Berlin. He positioned himself so that he could listen in on Berlin and the boy, pay attention to what Hana and Uban were getting up to, and keep an eye out in the darkness. This happened without acknowledgment, and he enjoyed the awareness he had of his crew. Hana and Uban wisely gave the Captain and Ro space, enjoying the others company, and the strong wine. He hadn't thought Hana would buy this kind of wine, but then again, she was a pretty smart lady. 

Much of his silence came from the fact that deep down, Pieter was very relieved to see Rohaan unharmed. These were gentle waters, and the cruelest thing a mermaid here would do is break a sailors heart. And while he wasn't concerned about Ro falling in love, he'd been concerned with how long he'd stayed under. It'd be easier to work their charm on someone in the water with them, especially if he can't drown. Ha! That'd annoy some mermaids to no end. 

Wheel silently joined them, wordlessly taking a bowl of soup for himself and settling to sit near Hana and Uban, on the other side of Rohaan. The berserker was calm, and if anyone noticed his bloody knuckles, or the scratches that ran up and down his arm, they didn't mention it. He was reserved, speaking only when addressed. If there was any anger carried over from earlier, it didn't show. Pieter saw him smile thinly at the jokes Uban made. 

The night carried on, and the world outside the warm campfire seemed far away.