With a light chuckle Xarces turns his attention to Linda "You think you could've managed that thing all on your own?" he asks, half expecting that she could as he recalls the myriad of meals he himself had helped feed to the hungry Lamia. Xarces then watches Adrastia retreat below. He wanted to pursue her, to question her about so many thing, and learn all that he could of the newcomer, but to follow her so quickly he decided would only reinforce the idea that the spell she had cast on him was still in effect. As such, the bard would remain topside.<br/><br/>With the experience of their previous voyage fresh in his mind, of the storm they had weathered, Xarces enjoys the crisp sea air. The sights and sounds all around him, and does what he can to keep those working around him in high spirits.  Enjoying the transition of scenery passing by, of Adderport becoming but a distant memory replaced by a landscape of glistening water. Night falls and he finds rest well enough, only to be greeted by even more change come the following morning. The image of Tempest Isle, beautiful and foreboding in the distance, would set the tone for what was surely to come. Xarces merely replying to the captain "No worse than what we've been through before I'm sure."<br/><br/>With his focus primarily on the Isle ahead, Xarces would hardly notice the sound at first. Only when Jules brings it to his attention, and he takes note that there did seem to be a lacking of men on deck, would the bard move to investigate. "It sure seems that way....but surely where that the case they'd have made more of a commotion than that." Xarces comments, moving to the rail to have a look for himself to see what may have happened, before jumping to any conclusions or setting the entire ship into a panic.