Steadying herself with a rope at the prow of the ship, Jenna watched the port fall away around them and scanned the open sea.<br/><br/>She looked back at the crew smiling, somewhat enjoying the fact that for once they wouldn't have to spend the better part of the voyage hard at work.  "A lot of us seem to be thinking alike," she called, "We'll head for the eastern archipelago, hear what they have to say.<br/><br/>"We should go easy on the spirits 'til we get a solid feel for how much guidance this ship will need in practice situations.  That said, someone get me a pint of mead, and a libation of fine rum for the gods."<br/><br/>When she had the bottle of rum, Jenna walked to the prow and said a series of prayers to the gods of sea and sky, pouring a good drink's worth into the sea for each god she prayed to or placated.  She ended with Valkur, asking him to watch over them on the voyage and give her the strength to be his strong sword arm.  When she'd emptied the bottle in offering to Valkur, she raised her own quart in toast to the heavens and drained it down.