Daniel made his way along the slippery deck, sliding by a few feet with each mighty rock of the ship. Once he made his way to the pedestal at which the wheel spun on, he hoisted himself up and around, grasping the wheel on top of Avry's hand for a moment before unlopping the end of line that he had saved for her. 

[b]"Beggin' yer pardon Cap'n."[/b] He called over her shoulder as they both grasped the wheel for support when the ship crashed down from the crest of a mighty wave. Daniel felt intensely uncomfortable being behind her in this manner, he justified it by assuring himself that it was the best way to secure them both without obscuring her line of sight and way through the storm. Still holding on with one hand, he used the other to wrap the rope around her waist, and back through his own loop. It was easier to tie it if he could use his hips for leverage or he'd lose balance and pull them both away from the wheel. He tried his best to move with the strain in her arms to allow her to steer. The entire encounter was uncoordinated, but the job got done. Now, Daniel really was stuck out in the storm with the captain, his front to her back and his hands on either side of her own on the wheel.