Berlin took the wine, realizing as if for the first time that they were alone on deck. Which was...nice. Nicer, now that they had a bottle between them. He swigged it. The stuff tasted like grape piss but...not entirely in an unpleasant way. Whether that was objectively true, or he'd just learned to appreciate it over the years, Berlin couldn't guess. "Handled?" That, admittedly, wasn't the answer Berlin had hoped for...though he wasn't sure what he was supposed to realistically expect. "Uban's a likable sort. Probably remains true even with...large...creatures. What exactly did you get drunk out there, Pieter?" The question was asked out of curiosity rather than a need to know. He was glad they had a heading though. In theory, he could  have had Rohaan fly patrols all day in search of the ships, but the exhausted lad wouldn't be able to do much in the way of rigging, so they'd be down a member. All of it translated to losing time, but now he had a direction. The chase was on, now. 

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Rohaan always thought the creaking of the ship's timbers made a kind of tune. Not one he could whistle out, not one he could describe. But it hummed along all the same like the whisper of wind or the pounding of waves on the shore. Each note punctuated by the soft sway of the hammock back and forth. He was back asleep in minutes. Nestled in beside Uban and borrowing a little of his warmth, he drifted back off to a dreamless sleep as his body struggled to recuperate from all he'd done today. 

Even Uban let his eyes close a bit, as the sway of a hammock and the creak of the ship was a call he had not the will to ignore. Though he never fully went off to sleep, not really, he dozed very lightly. It was nice, now that he was coming down from all the adrenaline. That was an experience he'd not soon forget. But as he heard footsteps, he peeled one eye open to find Hana exiting her room.

"Oi!" he said softly. "What've you been up to?" The question was relaxed; a casual curiosity. At his words, Rohaan stirred back awake, but seeing Hana and not knowing really how to interact with her at the moment (or in general, really) he stayed silent and occasionally stole glances at her. Uban hooked a thumb at the lad. "Found a rat in my bed. Tried to shoo it away but I lost that battle." He smiled a little at his own joke.