Amalia seemed heavily distracted, there was a hell of a lot to account for, and oversee, and while she couldn't get around to responding to everyone right away, she knew they would forgive her. She helped to oversee that all of Prof. Tweed's things were brought on board and put properly in their place, or at least most of them. She was also glad to see Fawkes return with the much needed supplies for the ship. Now that those had arrived, they were more or less ready, they just had to wait for the last few crates of supplies were brought aboard, and they had to make sure that everybody was aboard the ship.<br/><br/>She stops in her pacing, straightening the long jacket that hung loosely over her lithe, muscular shoulders. Beneath, she was dressed more like what one would expect of a man, with a white collared shirt, now so well worn that it could hardly even be recognized as white. And simple black slacks that were tucked into the knee-high leather boots that so many of the crew had grown accustomed to hearing clacking back and forth over the deck. Her hair, while she likely didn't spend much time caring for it, seemed to naturally be very fine and flowing, and she had it tied back into an intricate braid that reached to her thighs, ending in a little tuft.<br/><br/>She turns her attention briefly to Fawkes, giving him an appreciative nod.<span style="color: purple">"Thank'e Fawkes! Make sure we be gettin' the rest of the supplies aboard, an' I'm gonna make sure that all'a our crew be aboard, and then we'll be settin' sail!" </span>she responds, yes excited, but still maintaining her composure. She was the calm one, the one that took care of all of the little details. The one who usually made the calm, rational decisions and kept the crew in line. Redmane himself was far more likely to be seen partying and drinking with the rest of the crew. He was also much more likely to be seen dealing with large scale crew altercations, and he was always one of those a the forefront of battle, spurring the others on. The mountain of a man was still in his cabin, but there were still many things that needed doing, and plans that needed planning, but every single one of the seventy people aboard that ship knew that all it would take is one shout for him to emerge and deal out his unique brand of justice should such a thing be necessary. Those who knew him knew that he was fiercely protective of his crew, and few could stand before his fury, or dared wish to tempt it.<br/><br/>Up at the helm, the resident navigator 'Blue' was, as usual, going over the current sea chart that they would need for the starting leg of their journey. The once constantly traveling, changing, and hiding girl had changed significantly since finding a home here aboard the Lion's Bastard. She had let the dye out of her hair, returning it to its natural shade, a soft light brown, and she kept it tied back into a ponytail so that it wouldn't fall into her eyes. Those eyes were a brilliant shade of blue, one of the things that had earned her the nickname. The other thing that had earned her that nickname was the soft blue scarf that she almost always had wrapped up around her neck, regardless of the weather. No one in the crew had ever seen her without it. Other than the scarf she was also dressed in a traveling cloak that concealed most of her form, but brief glimpses beneath it revealed simple and unadorned black clothing, very covering, the types of things that one would wear if they were trying to sneak around at night. Perhaps one of the largest changes in her wardrobe was the new addition or jewelry, or at least one piece of jewelry. A single sapphire earring that now adorned her left ear. This, like her scarf, had not left her ear since it mysteriously appeared there some time ago.<br/><br/>Those familiar with how the young navigator worked would see that for once, she wasn't quite as focused on her work as she usually was. While most of her attention was focused on her chart, and on the sky, checking the weather and trying to predict how it would change later on in the day, she also occasionally looked out over the crew, and more specifically up at the crows nest on the central mast. The way her eyes kept darting around made it fairly obvious that her mind was racing, at least for anyone who cared enough to look over and focus on her.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue"><i>Come on Blue, you need to focus. It doesn't matter, that's just how she is. They do that all the time. You know better than to let it bother you. Even if she did give it to you... it's not like it means anything. It's just an earring. She's a pirate, she steals things. She thought of you because it was blue, she would have done the same for everyone else on the ship. Focus on the chart. You can't sail without plotting out the course properly. You shouldn't be thinking about this. Why can't you stop thinking about this? It's not like you can do anything about it... it doesn't matter what feelings are behind it, or if you're not good enough... </i><br/>
</span><br/>Her eyes finally settle back on the chart on that sobering thought, she leans against the rail of the ship, draws out a piece of charcoal from within her cloak, which could easily be wiped off of the map later, and begins to plot out their course...<br/><br/>Back down on the main deck, Amalia had drawn out a long sheet of parchment and a piece of charcoal of her own, something that Blue had actually shown her.<span style="color: purple">"A'right you lubbers! We don' want to be leavin' anyone behind! An' if we do, I want to know who they be so I can be shovin' our treasure in their face when we get back!"</span>she yells, trying to get the attention of the crew.<span style="color: purple">"You know the drill, say somethin' so I know you're here, and if you're not coming then get the hell off m'ship!"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>