Eijin rolled his neck as he mounted aboard to work out the ache in his neck, given that this was his first rest since setting out for the docks early during the day.  Farmir could rest upon the prow of the ship when not otherwise flying, though perhaps more often he would be scouting from the back of the large roc, where he was truly more comfortable.  The ship was not as large as one might have expected it to be, but it did not truly bother him, given that he had slept in tighter and more uncomfortable place.<br/><br/>Looking on as Icarus took to the wheel, he was at least glad the steerman at least seemed enthusiastic about his post.  “Well it would appear that our lives are in your hands then, Master Steerman... well most of us!” he adds with a grin and an apologetic glance to his feathered companion, before adding with a grin: "T'were it not better to wait and see if more prospective crew were choosing to enlist - I can't imagine naught but three would answer such a flyer."<br/><br/>Reaching the cabin where the crew would be sleeping, he considers the options before choosing.  Like Wynna, he chose a lower hammock, but also made sure he had one closest to the ladders, where he could get out quickly if need be, or at the very least without disturbing anyone else with his passing.  The cramped confines were claustrophobic but he gave a shrug and set down his sack upon the hammock – it was likely to be his resting place for quite some time, so he might as well start liking it!<br/><br/>With nothing particularly valuable in the sack, he left there to denote his chosen place and went above deck to begin the process of familiarising Farmir with resting and returning to the prow of the ship.