Amal was hauled up as the Captain laughed, who himself held Emmaline's hand to help her be hoisted up. The thief might not have been able to pull off that sort of maneuver had he not had sufficient food or rest the night before. He had been 'running on fumes' as the Dwarfs say, though he had no idea of the origin of the saying. Soaked on certain sections of their clothes, Amal removed his coat and placed it on Emmaline to keep her wet chest out of the view of the other sailors. 

"It was our fault. I'm simply glad my companion woke up on time." He said slyly and kissed her cheek. Amal shifted and got to his feet, removing his hat and blinking at the sun, trying to see the weather. A habit since the shipwreck, but at the moment there wasn't a cloud in the sky. 

"I'm glad you had such quick feet!" Captain Walhem chuckled, and he ushered them to follow him. The ship looked similar in proportion to the El Cargador, but with a decidedly different style. The build was thicker and there was more steel along the ship's frame, but the majority of it was very much laminated wood, built for speed. On deck, most of the men were busy at work, hauling ropes and mopping the floors under the morning sun. The heat had already begun to fall upon them. 

Amal had never seen so many northerners in one place. Luckily they were all too busy at their work to notice his ethnicity or Emmaline's sex, if problems regarding either were ever to come up. He truly hoped not. He'd have to explain to the Captain why he slit someone's throat and tossed them overboard. Perhaps if he did it at the dead of night... 

"Two floors below, three doors on the left you'll find your quarters. Here's the key. Lunch will be served in a few hours, and I suspect, Manaan willing, we'll be in Marienburg in ten days or less." The Captain explained, boasting at the end there. He saw Amal and Emmaline's looks of astonishment, and the man grabbed at his girthy suspenders, grinning. "Aye, got into a trade deal with the stunted folk of Karak Azul. We're using a motor to keep this ship going, though sails are still up. It mostly just keeps us flowing even against the wind. Weather won't be a problem for this ship unless we capsize." 

The two looked at one another with concern. "Well, that is good to fear- I mean hear!" Emmaline declared. 
[@Penny]