Caleb's heart felt like it would crack as he watched her disposition change. She had gone from a warm-hearted and open woman to a girl who had been subjugated for so long that she naturally assumed the position. If being seen as weak in front of his crew wasn't the last thing he had wanted in life, the look on her face of complete despair would be it hands down. Still, his eyes remained stern, and his face grim so as to keep a grip on the dread-pirate character he stood for. As she explained her lack of jewelry and of deckwork, he nodded.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">"I see. This piece will be plenty as it stands. You don't need to worry about that. As to your lack of sea experience, just do as the first mate or I order, and stay out of the way of other's working if we haven't ordered anything."</span>Caleb would sigh and turn, ignoring her question as he turned to make his way above-deck.<br/><br/>All that he could think about was her lithe young form resting on that bed. It was impossible to think of anything else while in this state. Her emotions, and the emotions of those port-townspeople were getting to him. How soft had he grown, and did he care whether he was or wasn't hardened anymore? None of it really mattered, but it all seemed to sit in his mind like a weight that was entirely unneeded. His mind shifted back to the woman who had just asked him a question, trying hard to remember what it was.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff"> "What? Oh, yes Ophelia may have some old rags you can use. You should be the same build as her I guess." </span>He didn't have an eye for the female form besides what he liked, and that was girls like her, only with less clothing.<br/><br/>Shaking his head to clear his mind of that thought, Caleb turned back again and arrived at the door, taking the handle in his hand. As her turns the handle, he hears a rush behind him, his mind immediately racing as he spins around half way. As Karina grabbed his arm, he froze, turning back to look at her. His eyes were no longer cold, but full of surprise, of pain even. He quickly turned just as she released him, unable to keep the silence.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">"...You're welcome Karina. Good night."</span>He spoke quickly then opened the door and walked out of the cabin, shutting the door behind him. He was now alone atop the dark ship's hull, the starry night as his only guide on the softly crashing waves.