Wordlessly, Catskull boarded the ship and surveyed the top deck. The boards seemed solid, and despite how the ship appeared it was indeed well put together. He imagined pirates boarding the ship, and permitted himself a leonine smirk at the thought of their faces upon encountering not a crew of hapless fishermen or sailors, but armed knights. He couldnt help but hope for such an amusing diversion.
with a sigh he strode towards the entrance to the hull, ready to get out of the sun. His pale skin burned easily, and he felt lethargic now that nothing but a long, tedious voyage awaited him. Fantasies of conflict could only sustain him for so long and he sought the oblivion of sleep.

"Wake me if ye' sight anyfoe worth cutting", He called. "I, Catskull Maclung, shalt not rest amongst the others, thus do not seek me. Merely shout mine name if it is thy wont, but do so not lightly or for mere trifles."

He slipped below deck like an eel into dark waters, footsteps making nary a sound to be heard.