The Captain had heard of magic sure, people talked about it and people told stories about seeing it. However the reality was almost never was it probably true, like a good sea story, half was made up or exaggerated. They had told tall tales on the sea since they rowed with oars and claimed to evade a sea monster while drinking ales and sharing roasted meat.  

He planned to instruct basic combat first aid but life had magically taken a different turn as one of their odd bands turned out to possess gifts that he had never seen. Wounds resealed, flesh slowly mended in an act that defied the very notion of human limits… 

“Well …il be…” He said with a surprised look, his remaining eye wide. “Was not sure that still existed.” He said honestly, magic was somewhat mythical and real magic was rather rare, at least in his experience. Such arts were special and even in an industrial world somehow they remained?

“Thankyou, for saving him, it was going to be a while before we found safe shelter and aid.” He said respectfully but had the draw away to pay attention to the controls keeping them on track towards their destination. Hopefully with less gunfire and more chance to stock up supplies and fill gaps in their hasty exit.