Michael did not know Arano well. He was the man who was more impressed by his antics and reckless discoveries, the man who so subtly encouraged his tutoring and tinkering. The man his parents liked and always brought out the fancy china for and always talked up his sisters to, but in the end when they were given a summons to his funeral, it was their boy who was given something special. Michael was not afraid of the weather, the harsh winds reminding him of some particularly stupid experiments with the cold when he was tinkering with his own explosives. Still, there was a drive on his part when he pulled his cloak around him, keeping most of his face obscured as he approached the others, giving them a quick look over before he threw the cloak of his hood off for a few moments. The white haired man was surprised at being named captain, though not in any way that would be considered bad. Bonnie was the navigator, her gift being the compass that was beautifully crafted, and Shan was the helmsman.<br/><br/>“Well, Michael. Engineer. I’ll be the one below deck keeping this ship running in good order.” Hopefully – but he had a myriad of skills, each would be rather useful in keeping both the mundane and the magical parts of the engine running and in good shape. As he breathed out, his breath left his mouth in visible wisps of air, and he soon threw his hood back on again. “C-can we hurry up? It’s about as cold as winter back home, and I do not like winter back home. Would like to deliver his ashes and pay my respects before we freeze to death.” He was respectful in tone, though his words hurried thanks to the winds, though thankfully most of his protective gear kept him a little warmer.