Rarden grimaced at his friend's choice of name. No matter how many times he rehearsed it to himself, it was still Louis that he looked at and Louis that he respected. Caesar would need time to grow in his mind, and it seemed more than the time it took for them to travel. For being surrounded by beautiful, cleansing water, the ship and its inhabitants felt to him more and more grimy each day. The sight of Wortgott on the horizon had been a relief, a blessing, and a bolster. They had did it, they'd come out on top with not just their lives but everything that had been at stake. The new world's threshold had gone on for longer than he could have ever known sitting in that dock back home, but even if the wood beneath his feet was struck away by chance that instant he was still too close to the end to fail. "Aye aye, sir," he responded, eyes fixed on the city and nowhere else. He wondered about the people they would meet, how they would view them, and the risks they'd bring. It was overwhelming, it was so far removed from his life of means that he had no idea where to begin. Whatever it was, the group would have a plan.