"I will think about that when I wake up."

Shrug. "I'll go get to doing some iron, I guess."

He wakes up around noon, looking much less frazzled.

He will probably stumble across Evara unless he specifically goes looking for Akien.

He ignores both of them in favor of checking over the engines and heading back to the bridge, actually.

Evara pops out after a bit to ask if the offer of food still stands, because um, she's a little bit peckish.

"As long as I get my magic lanterns at the end of the trip. Food's part of the fare."

"– I should maybe go remind him about that, I'm not sure what he's up to right now. Plus he should probably eat too."

"Knock yourself out. I'm going to disassemble those crossbows for parts later - which I claim wholly as salvage by the way."

"I seem to remember something about us scaring them off," she says, raising an eyebrow, "but sure."

"Yes yes, I'm the greedy captain - the one whose property was most damaged and generally at risk during that encounter. There's a hole from their grappling hooks near the back of the ship you know."

"I was simply pointing out it wasn't necessarily as clear-cut as that."

"Which is why I am asserting that I claim them. You two aren't going to be pressed for money, really. And you did probably put me at marginally higher risk of pin cushioning than just sitting there and letting them take loose items would have."

"… I mean I don't know what your risk was of that beforehand, but it definitely wasn't high with us around."

"They might have called your bluff and fired. You might have started a fire. It was a narrowly avoided disaster on three counts."

"I am pretty sure Akien would have been able to prevent you from being pincushioned," she says. "The fire, I'm less sure about, but I would've been able to put it out pretty quickly."

"Yeah, well... I'm in a bad mood. Sorry. I suppose."

"Lack of sleep, being woken up by pirates, having fire when you don't expect it – I mean, it's understandable."

"At this point feel inclined to just get you to that town and move on."

"What, and miss the opportunity to get rich by helping us interface with the locals?"

"Perhaps greed will win against misanthropy, yes. I'm really not sure yet."

Shrug. "I predict we'd survive without you, so – I mean, depending on how far your misanthropy goes, maybe you don't care there – but it would probably be easier with local help. … No pressure, or whatever."

"Oh, I'm being sarcastic. I'm not some hermit living on a ten-meter-wide rock and shouting at cabbages. And the idea of magic and all it could be used for is very interesting. It's just. Pirates. Fire. Grumpy."

Shrug. "Magic, pretty, money."

"Why don't you ramble about other things it could do? Metal production is one thing - making things tougher? Messing with the wind came in handy. Light. Is the fire very precise? If it can be, heat things just so, it could be good for chemistry or metalworking."