Rebecca
Her eyes lit up like Christmas as Axari handed her a flask to drink out of. "Thankyou." She whispered before drinking some of the liquid inside. The burn of the alcohol was more of a calming sensation than one that caused discomfort. She should have mentioned her death to all of them earlier if she knew it would have given her a whole bottle of rum. 
"Cheers for that!" She shouted out as Faolan disappeared. Turning back towards the two females, Taireen wasted no time in opening the bottle and sculling it down. "One of the questions that definitely needs to be asked is how to kill the damned thing." She replied to Satine before placing the bottle down so she could use her hands to rub her face. "Speaking of which, I'm not going any further than South Feyshore. The further I am from that thing, the safer." Realising she still had the flask on her, Taireen slid it across the counter so it would land in front of the Drow. "I do have an idea of where the beast may be though. In one of the flashes I saw, it was snowing. Which means it's up north."
Brandon
Grinned in amusement as Taireen thanked her, a sentiment to which Axari responded with a slight nod. "Yes that would definitely be important information, learning how to dispatch of this wicked entity." She catches her flask as it slides back across the counter and raises it to her lips once more, exhaling as the whiskey burns her throat. "That's fortunate for me though, I've been meaning to make my way up north. I'd much sooner risk my life fighting monsters than I'd go anywhere within 1000 miles of Equadia." She loses a bit of her charm as she says this, her features visibly darkening and her eyes glazing over for a moment as she stares down at the bar counter. After a few moments she clears her throat and says "So it's fortunate we're headed northward, yes?"
Debra
Satine had grown tired of standing, however she felt compelled to the idea that sitting in a line along the bar would create a closure to the mood of their conversation. So, she continued standing, locking and unlocking her knees as she looked for something mindless to do in order to keep her mind engaged. "Looks like we women all have our own demons in one place or the other." Her nosed scrunched slightly as she had begun to ponder about the very words she had said and how she said them. 
Her mind wondered aimlessly around her head for a moment, her eyes dancing from object to object; sometimes lingering for a moment before continuing on. She was trying to figured out how much time had passed since they had left the boat in comparison to how much time she estimated it took to get to South Feyshore. "We should be arriving soon. Perhaps you should claim whatever liquor you with to bring with you, Taireen; or fill your flask Axari."
Douglass
It wasn't long before the ship was in range of the coast of South Feyshore, around the same amount of time as Satine predicted it would take, maybe even a bit sooner. At the time, Faolan was passed out in his bed with a bottle of rum in hand when suddenly a knock came at the door. The captain flinches awake, groaning as the sudden realization that whatever he was experiencing in his dreams wasn't a reality, and that was disappointing considering the situation they were in. The Captain trudged up to the deck, his hand moving up to block the sun as it shown upon his face until his eyes adjusted, allowing him to gaze upon the land ahead. "Prepare to dock ladies!" He called out to his crew, hopefully the women downstairs would also hear his shout and come up to meet him on the deck.
Rebecca
She had taken Satine's advice. The sickly looking female had found herself another bottle after she had drank all the liquor in the one that had been handed to her. Once again she was her drunk self, enjoying the boat ride rather than racing onto the top deck every few minutes to throw up. She only vomited after every half hour instead. 
When she hear Faolan call out, Taireen had already been stumbling up towards the top deck. The sun caused the frail woman to flinch from the sudden intrusion to her sensitive eyes as they had gotten used to the darkness below deck. Her hand raised to her brow line, shading her eyes from the light when she walked towards Faolan. "The magic of booze, it feels like time travelling with how fast the hours go by." She snickered before walking towards the side of the boat so she could get a better look at South Feyshore.
Debra
Satine had empty plate on the bar, expecting one of Faolan's crew mates to take care of it as he had trusted another to clean up the vomit. Currently, she had fallen silent and left her mind to her own devises as she had followed suit of the frail woman. This was mostly out of wishing to catch her if she feet had decided to betray her. 
The sun did sting at the eyes once she had arrived on the top deck, causing her facial expression to switch from an ever-observant state to one of its usual laxed look. Now stretching her muscles as if she had just waken before connecting her gaze with Faolan's. "I trust we are ready?"
Douglass
The Captain turned his head to meet Satine's gaze with his own, not saying anything for a moment as their eyes locked before finally he reverted his line of sight to the land. "I suppose we'll find out. Just know that I am dragging my crew as least as possible into this mess, if whatever this is wanted them involved they would have had visions to. No. This is between me, you, Taireen, Axari and whatever the fuck the thing is that's coming. I just want to make it clear that we will take this ourselves, my men will not be cannon fodder in this mess." Faolan stated bluntly, still looking off into the distance as the Jörmungandr rapidly approached the docks, gradually slowing itself as it neared a docking point.