Nic returned to the ship's main deck just in time to hear Dymian's reply to the captain's limerick.  He lightly slapped his hand on the man's shoulder.<strong>"What is the point of having a perfectly good ballista if you don't go around pissing off things bigger and stronger than you?  That's half of the fun of having one in the first place!"</strong>Before coming up, the lean elf had removed his cloak and placed it upon the chest near the private quarters.  As easy as it would be to achieve an epic pose in the high ocean winds, he decided it would be best to save that little flourish for later.  Plus, it would only serve to give him an awkward tan rather than allow his sleeveless shirt to expose the entirety of his arms to sunlight.<br/><br/>A notion crossed his mind when he considered that and his eyes shown intent interest as they made their way to Horo.  As far as he could tell, she had nothing aside from that cloak which would certainly make for a very enticing show once the wind starts to kick in.  Suddenly he was much more eager to disembark to the high seas.<strong>"Shall we start detaching the mooring lines, captain?"</strong>