The woman tumbled bodily off of the anchor as it was hauled on board, though Markus caught her before she slammed onto the wooden deck. The captain shook his head, wiping her face with a cloth and picking the seaweed out of her hair as he muttered something she couldn't quite catch with her waterlogged ears. He hadn't the time to carry her to his cabin and leave his men, so after a moment of her regaining her strength, he asked her, "Can you stand?" 

"Yes," She said. 

"You're sure?" 

"Yep!" 

He set her on her feet and let her go. Her body swayed and her head seemed to weigh as much as the anchor before it whipped down toward the deck. Markus caught her again with a groan of effort, still injured from the previous fight. "Okay girly, let's take you over here." He told her, setting her rump-first against the deck railing of the ship so she could sit and gather her strength. She wasn't the only one loopy, and she would recover within a minute when others in the crew wouldn't. Half of them were three sheets to the wind, so all they need focus on now was making it to open ocean. 

"The lot of them have been crackin' jenny's tea cup, eh?" Morgan said, the men behind him fumbling for the oars to keep rowing until they could come about and fix the sails with the wind. 

"Sink me, they have." The Captain sighed, running a hand through his mane of hair. It shined even darker in the sunlight, much like his newly acquired accursed sword. He watched the sailors for a moment, but found a smile when Emmaline got to her feet and brushed her hair a bit, now a bit less disoriented from the magic and the sea. 

"Where we going now, lad?" Morgan inquired, thinking two steps ahead as a good quartermaster should. "The men'll need supplies in a fortnight, so we'll need to make all speed. I suggest Araby, considering the course you plan for us." 

Markus shook his head, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword as if eager to use it again. Not on Morgan, but anyone that dare approach he and his crew. "No, old friend. We're going to Tobaro, the City of Fools. Even Von Roberts and Jaego Roth wouldn't go there with those dangerous rocks. But we will."