The captain sighs as he watches people finish tying up the sails before he bursts into laughter. It looks like they're free from the whirlpool, but waves are growing in size. The day is becoming longer with each second. Jumping from one notch of wood to the next, he climbs up the mast. Too many people are up top now. Heights and dangerous waves never mix well. He pauses for a second, catching wind of Alexi's voice before raising an eyebrow. Who would have thought the lass could sing, and with such a nice voice too. It seems ironic, given her behavior. 

Shaking his head, he climbs to a flat platform near the top of the mast, "Start moving down. It's dangerous to stay up here! For my more agile crew mates, choose your favorite crow's nest and tend to the sails."