A bright grin crossed Fitch's face when Louis said they were setting out. He took a swig of the rum, before taking the bottle below deck. He returned shortly, and set to work. He wrapped his hands around a nearby rope that ran up to the sails. He pulled on it tightly, feeling the rough rope dig into his calloused hands. The rope tightened the sails against the wind. Fitch smiled up at the sails, admiring his and Rarden's handiwork. He continued about his work, preparing the vessel to sail. He felt a strong excitement building in his stomach. He would finally be able to go out and see the world, to explore the sea. The vessel creaked and dipped amongst the waves. Fitch watched the shoreline getting smaller and smaller in the distance. He took a deep breath of salt air. This was what he had spent his whole life waiting for.