The sun was too harsh on the young captain's eyes as it crested the horizon. Caleb sat up quickly, wondering why he was even seeing the sun this early in the day, only to come back to reality as he realized he had been resting in the crow's nest. Standing up groggily and stretching, he felt a sharp pain up his back, which made him wince.<i>What was I thinking with this?</i>He wondered as he looked down to the deck of the boat. He noticed several men already up and finding the routes, causing the captain to sigh. The last thing he needed was to hoist himself down to his men looking like he had just come off from an abandoned shoreline. But all the same, his men would regret speaking ill of him.<br/><br/>Fixing up his clothes, he put on a focused face and grabbed a free rope, launching off of the crow's nest and excellently performing a swing-dive onto the deck, causing the nearest buccaneer to jump and near about drop the cargo he had been moving. "Keep moving, Jones, or you'll find the nest your home in the next storm." He said menacingly as he made his way to his quarters. As he approached the door, he looked up to see Ophelia leaning over the rail just in front of the helm, giving him a peculiar look that looked like she was saying "Seriously? You're playing this game?". He ignored the look and turned to face the men on the main deck. "Boys! Ophelia has command until I return. See to it you don't make her upset...again." He turned back to the door and strode in.<br/><br/>Shutting the door behind him, his first reaction wasn't at the woman who was still scantily-clad and dead asleep on his bed, but to slip down to the floor in total exhaustion as the last of his confidence ran out on him. "Uuuuuugh goddamn wooden boards. I can't believe I slept with all that jostling...Christ this one will be the death of me." He continued to groan for a few minutes, his eyes resting shut until he finally couldn't handle the silence any longer. He leaned forward to pick himself up, immediately alerted to the stirring nearby.<br/><br/>Caleb stood up quickly, the blood rushing to his head faster than he expected. He half-stumbled over to the bed before stopping, realizing that Karina had not completely woken up. He made his way over to his desk and sat down in his chair, pretending to have been there working within the last few minutes. His eyes lifted from the fake route-planning he had been doing to notice the young woman sitting up, unable to take the chance to admire her slightly askew clothing from the corner of his eye. "About time you woke up...Does royalty always have the ability to sleep so long?" On the outside, he was collected and slightly jeering, but on the inside, he was praying that she wouldn't call his bluff and notice the disheveled look he wore between his tousled hair and his baggy eyes.