Pieter firmly grasped Uban's shoulder and pulled him back in the boat. "Sit." He had stowed his pipe, and his other hand clutched the seat. The water before the rowboat churned as a massive turtle head emerged from the waters. A fleshy neck appeared, and it would have been called delicate if it weren't thicker than a man's chest. The top of the shell crested the water, dark scales wrapped in seaweed. From what was visible, it was clear it was larger than the boat. The neck turned, and a single, piercing brown eye fixed itself on the sailors. The turtle opened it's mouth, revealing a deep red mouth large enough to bite them in half. In a voice that shook the air, it said, "You got anymore of that?"

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Hana started to nod, then realized that she'd be copying the captain, then realized that she had started to nod so it'd look weird if she didn't nod, then realized that she'd spent so much time deliberating between nodding and not nodding that her neck had found itself in some strange halfway point between nod and not nod, which she wasn't aware existed, and that her fixation on nodding meant a slightly too long pause in the conversation, which Hana hoped could be played off as thoughtfulness. "Hmm," She began, squinting her eyes as if she were fixed on thinking, "I'll have enough supplies to cover the sails and buff the barrels with what we have left over. It certainly wouldn't rate with the Elbish navy, but it won't go up because of a stray spark." Feeling more in her element as she continued to disapoint Berlin, she went on, "I maybe have enough supplies to enchant a wall sconce, but to be honest, Captain, most of what I brought was for medicine." She laughed, "I didn't expect to be the ship's carpenter."

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While Wheel waited, he went over the training equipment, making sure the falchions were safely dulled and that a strip of cloth was wrapped around the tip. There was a time and place to train with real blades, but not now. These had been swords Wheel had kept from previous fights, and since he'd had no other use for them, he'd converted them for training. He'd weighted the handle and the blade to give it more heft. The bucklers were boiled leather wrapped around wood. Despite the signs of heavy use, they were well kept. 

He lit a cigarette as he spoke to Rohaan, 

"We're now using swords and bucklers. This will leave bruises, it will hurt, I will not coddle you. If you can master a sword and buckler, you could possibly survive in this world. Right now, if I gave you a sword and buckler, you would not only die, you would kill everyone on the ship and yourself at the same time. With great effort and the blessings of all the fuckers I've killed, it can be fixed. But that means you must learn as a man and not a shapeshifter. You must be the weakest you can be, and you must be perfect. If you don't, it'll be because you failed, and that'd piss me off." 

He tossed the sword and shield on the ground before the boy. "Well?"