Pieter savored the taste of gin and the smoke of his pipe as he looked stoically at the few bobbing pieces of wood left from the barrel. Him and Maria had once been shut up in a cabin together laying low, and they'd had plenty of time and gin to kill. Good memories. Smiling, he looked to Uban, "Yes lad?"

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Seeing the excitement in Berlin's eye, Hana hurriedly clarified what she was actually able to deliver, "I can't keep things from catching fire, but I can make sure it doesn't continue to burn. It's not perfect, but it's something. Um. Also, I don't have enough gypsum to fireproof the entire ship. What would you like me to concentrate on first?"

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Rohaan was progressing fine, he'd remembered most of what he'd been taught, and he relearned what he'd forgotten. They'd been working with the fighting knife on its own, and he decided that they'd next work on knife and shield fighting. It'd be good for the boy to learn how to defend.  Wheel's eyes widened when he saw the cut on the boy's hand. These blades should be perfectly dull. But the use must have roughened them up. It was time to put a pause on the fighting. When the boy became a dragon, he tensed up, ready to spring away. But the boy corrected himself, instead launching himself into another flurry of attacks. Wheel responded defensively. Slapping away the thrusts and avoiding the careless slashes, Wheel waited until the boy's immediate fury lessened. Once the boy's rage gave way to panting caution, he said, "That was acceptable. Get a drink of water and we'll move on."