Blue smiled when she found Faysal waiting for her at the wheel, she didn't doubt his dedication or motivation, but she hadn't yet known him long enough to be able to tell how timely he would be. But he was here, and that was all that mattered. Having spent the majority of her life on pirate ships, she was accustomed to the sight of blood, and she was well past the point of finding the sight of it, or the feel of it on her body, traumatizing. She didn't even bat an eyelash when she saw him adding a new scar to his body, nor did she shy away when he asked for her arm. She rolled up her scroll, the brown cloak that concealed most of her body rustling as she offered it up and watched as he traced the mark onto her, similar to the one from his own arm, and then closed her eyes and lifted up her glasses with one finger from her unmarked arm so that he could mark her nose accordingly.<br/><br/>Once he was done, she lowered her glasses back into place and then looked up to the sky along with him as he said his prayer, then she lowered her gaze back to the scroll in her left hand as she unrolled it again. "<span style="color: blue">Aye, at least for the first part of our journey. It's going to be a very long trip. We need to head south and west, though with that storm brewing to the south my intuition tells me that we should sail around the the west to avoid it.</span>" she explains, returning his smile, as she turns to let him see the scroll. She had marked their intended course with chalk, which she could easily wipe away without damaging the ink below it. "<span style="color: blue">Early on I'll probably just be telling you to whether to turn the wheel to Port or Starboard, but if we have time I'd like to teach you to read my maps, eventually.</span>" she explains. Scars seemed like a fast learner, and she was confident that he would pick things up quickly.<br/><br/>She was knocked from her train of thought again when Ruby dropped down from the main mast and ended up right in front of her. Blue was initially pretty surprised, considering how Ruby didn't usually willingly get this close to her, but then she remembered her manners and spoke up, wondering whether she had dropped down here intentionally or if she just hadn't expected Blue to be standing up here by the wheel. "<span style="color: blue">Ah, Ruby. You don't look like you got injured too badly. I'm glad you're alright.</span>" she says, greeting the girl with a smile. Her hair was quite different from the last time they had worked together a few years ago, but her shiny and innocent blue eyes were the same, as was the incredibly soft light blue scarf that rested around her neck, save for a few new hastily sewn up tears here and there.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>